Friday, 30 August 2002, somewhere on a highway

~open road~

the stunning feeling of being on the road again, truly really literally on the road again, to sit in the passenger seat of a car that is racing down highways, German, Swiss, French highways, Autobahn A8, Nationalstrasse N1, Route National E25, the names make no difference, you are moving through a world that is reduced to a grey strip of asphalt with a white line in the middle, through cities that are reduced to church towers in the distance, and through border crossings that are nothing but blue signs on the right side of the road.

the unique fascination of the open road, miles and miles of open road, unfolding somewhere near the horizon, coming closer at rapid speed, just to slip through the wheels and drift away in the rear view mirror in a wink of a second, like the invisible whitewater of a pulsing stone river. and today you are nothing but another bubble in the flow, surfing with the stream until the final turn brings upon the last piece of road and the last stop for this day, the hotel which will be home for tonight, where you finally step out of your car and step back into the slow moving world.

~road smiles~
D.

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