nicht wien. san francisco 08. ein amerikanisches märchen.

[trilogy on how it all began]

(1) it was june 21st and over the seas i came on a flying unicorn, enjoying the bliss of close physical contact with my dearest neighboring retiree, and bending time and space.
(2) june 21st had gained 9 more hours and through immigration i had passed, sweating but full of joy. waiting for the peculiar vehicle that was going to bring me to stanford. samtrans, public transport, it was going to be. my heart pounded.
(3) and there i finally was. stanford my love. let the play begin.

[trilogy on how it all ended]

(1) and the games end.
(2) it's almost the end of the eighth week. i've got a tan.
(3) good bye.