Tuesday My Annerl! I really can’t wait to hear from you. I’m annoyed at myself because my will alone isn’t able to bridge the distance between us so I can share this time in London with you. I’d love to know what it smells like in the streets and stairwells there, what you can see from your window, the sounds through which the city speaks to you day and night. I would like so much to be able to wander aimlessly through the fog with you, exploring London together, or to feel the spring sunshine on our backs and the …
silver sky, it suddenly becomes a mystery why there have to be armies, political parties