The recent weeks were filled with countless impressions. Twenty-one days full of never before experiences. About a week ago, I caught the blues.
The second part of Haiti will have to wait a while, and I’ll bring you up to speed for now. A lot has happened.
After spending a few more days in Little Haiti, catching up with Dubi and Mapou and seeing the design- and art- districts of Miami, Paul flew back to Germany and I continued my journey to Mexico.
– alone –
Welcome to Wynwood:
Dallas: You have 10 hours, now see how you get along with me:
With my shorts, I wasn’t really prepared for the 14°C in Dallas… And then I was supposed to be happy that I only that i didn’t have to collect my checked luggage (with my long trousers in it) in Dallas. It was stored by the airline – a service I certainly didn’t expect –
And then late in the evening, the pilot didn’t even close the cockpit door ;))
So, in the end, I made it to Mexico a week ago. That’s when the blues really hit me. Upon entering Mexico, I was confronted with three challenges at once.
My nervous system, on its way to well-deserved relaxation now that I was no longer in Haiti – a place that, despite all its uniqueness and beauty, is one where the body lives in a state of alert – was not particularly keen on exploring the beautiful Querétaro, where I currently find myself.
My soul was not particularly happy since entering Mexico and Paul’s departure, confronted my decision to spend the whole winter far away from so many people who are dear and important to me. – Beauty that cannot be shared has sharp thorns.
My mind has decided to quit smoking…
Buen vivir en Mexico.
This lethal cocktail put a damper on the exuberant colours and culture that surrounded me. The opposite is also true.
After three days of battling addiction and reminding myself that I should only worry about things that still seem like a problem after three days, quite a bit of transformation has already taken place.
Germany leaves deep scars on my soul. People I love, in a country that cannot easily be surpassed in terms of weight and seriousness. Five years ago, one could have said that my perception of reality had more to do with the fact that I was travelling for pleasure and as a tourist. But even then, I spent most of my time here in Mexico working. There is a collective cultural soul here that bears scars, but the bond is palpable.
– What even is the German soul –
Last time – five years ago – I wasn’t so aware of it, but today I can see how the furrows in my forehead are softening and a kind of de-BRD-isation is taking place that allows me to breathe again.
In Haiti, it was clear to me that people have no illusions about the situation they find themselves in. This also means that the population is fairly united and that general cohesion is strong. This common ground enables people to find relief from their physical suffering and, above all, to be initiating, because there is no alternative.
In contrast, Germany wonderfully demonstrates how worthless Western riches are when it comes to perceived quality of life and mental health. How widespread and omnipresent mental suffering in Germany really is, Germans only realise when they are abroad. I hereby launch a call for recolonisation. You Germans who have left our country permanently, come back to Germany with me and let’s encourage each other to defend our newly forged way of life and quality of life in Germany too.
Back to transformation. I’m right in the middle of it…
The identity is human; The roles are diverse.