Life is hard...

... especially when turning a year older. Where do I come from, where do I go, what is the sense in all of that? Should the beach not be brighter, should there not be a salsa combo preparing the party for me, is it not better to become 32 in the city, or in the montains, in Germany or in Argentina? Would it not be better if it rains and actually the sun could be also a bit stronger! And behind that: 32 sounds like family, social insurance (at least for Germans) and a clearly shaped professional future. World continues to be injust, maybe every year even more and staying on the beach will not bring any solution to none of these questions. Even if we gave the locals the chance to steal our flip-flops.

Birthdays - at least for me - seem to be the wrong date to search for answers. But living the moment is a good practise for me, especially on 17 of may. Going to dive for the first time in my life was offering seastars in blue and red, swimming in tropical fish swarms and loosing for some minutes the ordinary dimension of time and space. Jasper gave the best present by staying with me on the sea, me watching the fishes from below, him feeding them with his puke caused by the waves from above. Afterwards, reading 100 years of solitud in Spanish was another real gift, dinner was one of the best we had so far thanks to the American waitress and their cocktail recomendations and maybe the new flip-flops are even nicer then the old ones.

Last not least all your birthday greets which reached me on all channels made me feel being part although being far away. Therefore, I like to thank you for all the messages and mails, it was great! Be sure, I´ll think of you also on 2th parallel. And if you have ideas about the big questions - from sense of life to flip flop fashion - I am grateful for indications!