”Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” – Haruki Murakami.
A year ago the KLR was ploughing through torrential rains in south-east Bavaria. Today they have the worst flooding since centuries, not decades.
A year ago I tried to pick up the KLR after dropping it in a wet town square. Without success. I had to unpack the bike. At least there were more flies covering me and my salad than spectators.
A year ago my hair showed how little attention I paid to appearance. Long. Wet. Uncombed. Today I am bald due to the treatment.
A year ago my heart was filled with joy that I could ride to Russia and Siberia. Today my heart is filled with joy because I have so many wonderful friends who support me through the cancer months. I have even more joy in my heart because I had the chance to do all the traveling, therefore I never need to ask “God, why me?”. Why not me?
I have to share a few more photographs. They let me smile and give me hope for the next round of treatment.
Memories don`t need to tear one apart. Memories are the soft cushions for long evenings of “Do you remember?”