I don't live, I'm just killing time (c)
Living in exile is a difficult experience that no one in their right mind would wish on anyone.
The pain takes on a tangible form, and you learn to tame, deceive and caress this monster.
He lives inside you, day after day.
Every day you have to defend your vulnerabilities anew.
One song, one photo, one smell can awaken the monster,
and everything starts over again.
It is impossible to find a common language with him - it is always a game of survival, who is stronger. But there is no joy in this - only a struggle.
Or acceptance.
Every day is different.

Dresden, 2024