London @ April 201
At the backyard of the house a group of Indian people are laughing loud, together, rythmic and impulsive. The sun is shining.
On Saturday,while the sky was dry and bright, calm and without traces of regret, London was beautiful ( or biutiful, as Mexicans would say it).
I met my friend Javier G. I., who is attending a workshop on issues of climat change at Oxford University and now in London City, living in La Paz in Bolivia. First time met 1991 in a small pub in central Berlin or may be in an elevator in the building of National Library at Unter den Linden in Berlin or may be in our dreams, which already keep working, who knows.
Last time met almost twelf years ago in Bonn, during a spring day.
He was leaving Berlin 1995 after some years of stuying technological stuff at the Humboldt University of Berlin and mostly and predominantly having been on a seemingly endless wave of words, signs, sounds, images and joy. Our meeting in London at Soho Hotel was just a
"Wiedersehen" as if we talk regularly at some way, time is never a gap. We have seen each other after twelf years and kept talking exactly in the same mode as we did it mid ninethies in Berlin Prenzlauer Berg in Duncker Strasse or somewhere there. There was no incubation time necessary, no preparation, introduction or BlaBla, just starting to talk on those isssues, on wich we had have talked in those days.
At the backyard of the house a group of Indian people are laughing loud, together, rythmic and impulsive. The sun is shining.
On Saturday,while the sky was dry and bright, calm and without traces of regret, London was beautiful ( or biutiful, as Mexicans would say it).
I met my friend Javier G. I., who is attending a workshop on issues of climat change at Oxford University and now in London City, living in La Paz in Bolivia. First time met 1991 in a small pub in central Berlin or may be in an elevator in the building of National Library at Unter den Linden in Berlin or may be in our dreams, which already keep working, who knows.
Last time met almost twelf years ago in Bonn, during a spring day.
He was leaving Berlin 1995 after some years of stuying technological stuff at the Humboldt University of Berlin and mostly and predominantly having been on a seemingly endless wave of words, signs, sounds, images and joy. Our meeting in London at Soho Hotel was just a
"Wiedersehen" as if we talk regularly at some way, time is never a gap. We have seen each other after twelf years and kept talking exactly in the same mode as we did it mid ninethies in Berlin Prenzlauer Berg in Duncker Strasse or somewhere there. There was no incubation time necessary, no preparation, introduction or BlaBla, just starting to talk on those isssues, on wich we had have talked in those days.
