The Haves and the HaveNots

Spent the weekend in Southern Germany visiting a great, old friend of mine. It’s amazing that time, distance or even language can’t cut through a deep friendship.

We talked, we danced, we drank White Russians until 4.30 in the morning. (It sounds so romantic, doesn’t it?)

The thing that tripped me out however was being in West Germany for the first time since arriving. I felt like I was in another country. People laughed and smiled and were happy and didn’t push you around or stare at you (as much); and the children running through the crowds, there aren’t any children in this part of Germany. And the buildings and sidewalks and churches and schools weren’t broken or scarred or tortured.

Everything was in its place.