Pauze

Hi everybody,

I'm back home now and I came here in desperate need of some serious peptalk. I can tell you all about it here, but I'll save the details. Here's the thing: Next thursday I'm going to make a completely fresh start. I realized that Berlin (however fascinating that city is) was just a false start. I went there with the wrong expectations and the wrong attitude, and that in combination with my personality makes for a deadly combination. When something goes wrong, I (something I inherited from my father) tend to raise that that hase gone wrong above everything else (often that that didn't go wrong.). And when that that went wrong is not just one thing, but a (deadly) combination of things, it can lead me into a small personal crisis. At that point, my second day in Berlin, I cracked. I just did not know what to do next.

Now that I'm home I've had a lot of time to think about it, and more time to talk about it I realize that (the above). Today I sat down with my dad and we planned a small section of my journey to come, starting in Paris. In general I think that the route will be from France to the Alps, Italy, on to the ferry to Greece, then off to Istanbul, through the Baltic, and some Eastern Europe.

I just hope now that things turn out the right way on this second try. The start in Berlin really had a big negative impression on me. I'm happy right now, I hope that once I'm in bed I don't start thinking about everything, because that can bring me down to the previous state of mind faster than you can say temporarily depressed...

Byron