I’m sitting in my bus, number 553, and I can’t wait to see them again.
I CAN’T wait! It is 10
month and 4 days ago that I saw them and I miss them so much.
Michelle, Sandra, Robert, Max,
Florian, Anni…I kept all these people in my heart although spending...
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I’m sitting in my bus, number 553, and I can’t wait to see them again.
I CAN’T wait! It is 10
month and 4 days ago that I saw them and I miss them so much.
Michelle, Sandra, Robert, Max,
Florian, Anni…I kept all these people in my heart although spending such a long time in
America where I met new people and became friends with them.
Leaving the bus my heart beats
crazy.
My mind is in a disarray…only 1 mile between me and them – them, my lovely friends.
Walking down the road that leads to the market place I smell Germany, I smell the summer but it
is so quiet.
The silence embraces the city.
It is June 31 and I arrived at the airport yesterday.
I
saw my whole family again but none of my best friends had shown up – why?!
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