Life is sometimes really no easy to live. At the moment it is quiet difficult to make my mind clear. It seems that I have forgotten that moving back is not as simple as thought; thoughts derived from feelings and observations are judging. The arrival at Hamburg train station is briefly described as: grey layer on people, no child's laughter, the corners of mouths upsidedown. InterCity to Doberlug-Kirchhain. Suicide. Train delay. Frankenstein's story kept me calm in the seat. Pause. I was welcomed in Doberlug-Kirchhain by a fresh and soft snow layer, light in windows and such were covered by thick, white curtains. Empty streets, television time - and rurality. Pause. Eat, sleep, think as first things to do? I surely know about the differences between Sweden and Germany, and actually have tried to see them in neutral contrasts. Now, being here not just and only for a visit, those differences provide lots of room for sadness, emptiness, Eingeengtheit . The other day I have been to...