Flights
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. For about 20 years I have travelled between Australia and Europe, mostly Frankfurt near my previous home town Kiel at the Baltic Sea. I was born right in the middle of Holstein near RD. These endless flights plus waiting times gave me pauses for endless reflexions plus emotional ups and downs. Who are we, anyway? Why are we here at all? What means endless and far away? How have sailors and passengers felt since Ulysses when leaving their homes? And explorers like Shackleton and Amundsen and Scott? What is eternity? How deep is the ocean? How far are the stars away from us? How does an insect feel when on a ship at the ocean? Are there any Gods? Interesting to get out of balance or tune, indeed! Good morning from Australia, my dear neighbour | Credit phb