Relax. Reorganise. Rethink.
Pack my balls.
Send them over to Austria.
I dragged a 5 kilo box through Fulda for hours.
For some reason no post office could send it off.
Either they were closed, their computer system broke down or they didn't do international packages.
The lady behind the counter in the bookstore in the train station converted my box in a suitcase so it was easier to carry.
I had a good time.
An empty handed walk through the castle gardens with Caro. Claudia kept an eye on the suitcase in her cafe. She brewed me a develish cocktail afterwards. El Diabolo. She believes in angels.
Being driven home. My feet at rest. Growing roots.
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