Just as I was going back to the place I was living on the trams, I was faced with something that scared the hell out of me. Although I remembered how to use the tram and where to go, I didn't know how to guide myself through The Man's hamlet!
That's why I think I'm stupid.
Luckily, my survival instinct, (along with a brain that wasn't at all rusty unlike 90% of the people I know) guided me through that labyrinth.
And that was the week itself. I learnt, wrote, did a lot of work, chatted with The Man and that kind of stuff. Then came the weekend. That Saturday I visited Hesse, a region in Central Germany which is known for it's ancient buildings, the beautiful countryside and the unique lifestyle. I was even able to watch a blacksmith working! And that's certainly something you don't see everyday. Plus, I was also able to visit the remains of a Roman city, which was amazing. That day was worth it all.
And then, Sunday. What was supposed to be a normal day of chilling and avoiding any kind of physical activity turned into a day where I was told to visit Frankfurt's Zoo. At first, I was keen on the idea, since I had never visited a zoo before. I was excited by everything I saw, from different kinds of apes to bears, and from seals to lions. It was then that I felt a shiver like a knife as cold as ice running down my back. It's lack of warmth left my eyes wide-open. I realised that those creatures were there against their own will. My mind was blank. Nobody else but the animals were in the dimension my mind had just formed. They were in cages, expelled from their own habitats. And I felt really sorry for them. Another person appeared in this dimension. Its face was darkened, but its figure was very similar to mine. I asked him. And a voice answered. It told me that, even though the animals' freedom was non-existant in zoos, their lifes were safe.
Yet I was unable to solve the dilemma: Freedom or security? A happy but short life, or a long one where you know that you are going to die in the same ten square metres where you were born?
This question still haunts me like a ghost from the past. Whenever I think of it, my brain gets struck by a throbbing pain.
My weekend finished as the question settled in my brain.
And that was the week itself. I learnt, wrote, did a lot of work, chatted with The Man and that kind of stuff. Then came the weekend. That Saturday I visited Hesse, a region in Central Germany which is known for it's ancient buildings, the beautiful countryside and the unique lifestyle. I was even able to watch a blacksmith working! And that's certainly something you don't see everyday. Plus, I was also able to visit the remains of a Roman city, which was amazing. That day was worth it all.
And then, Sunday. What was supposed to be a normal day of chilling and avoiding any kind of physical activity turned into a day where I was told to visit Frankfurt's Zoo. At first, I was keen on the idea, since I had never visited a zoo before. I was excited by everything I saw, from different kinds of apes to bears, and from seals to lions. It was then that I felt a shiver like a knife as cold as ice running down my back. It's lack of warmth left my eyes wide-open. I realised that those creatures were there against their own will. My mind was blank. Nobody else but the animals were in the dimension my mind had just formed. They were in cages, expelled from their own habitats. And I felt really sorry for them. Another person appeared in this dimension. Its face was darkened, but its figure was very similar to mine. I asked him. And a voice answered. It told me that, even though the animals' freedom was non-existant in zoos, their lifes were safe.
Yet I was unable to solve the dilemma: Freedom or security? A happy but short life, or a long one where you know that you are going to die in the same ten square metres where you were born?
This question still haunts me like a ghost from the past. Whenever I think of it, my brain gets struck by a throbbing pain.
My weekend finished as the question settled in my brain.
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