To sum up my trip

I love the sightseeings, i love exploring new cultures - just as anybody does. But people gave me crazy looks when i mentioned that i also spent most of my days holing up in the house when i was in Germany.

"Waste of money," they chirped.

But what do they understand about dreams? About escaping? About being away from people? About being away from strong conformity of social roles and expectations? Am i so alone that nobody understands and appreciates the beauty of being alone?

But dreams are dreams and reality is reality. The wings of dreams cant flap forever, neither are our heads meant to be stuck in the clouds. And so we fall back down, down, down with hopes to fly back up one day again.