Here it's all grey in grey and it's snowing outside, something between rain and snow.
I haven't seen a beach since 15 months now, the last time my body had contact with some seawater was at Ipanema, yesterday I had a look on the Bali pictures once more, it's amazing but you think you can taste the smell of the air.
When I look outside the windows of my office here, then I'm longing for some sun, for some smiling people, for some rice paddies, a tranquil ling massage under a circling fan, while some Gamelans are playing in the background.
With every minute the snow got more, the rain got less here, the trees and meadows are turning into white little by little, I'm longing to walk bare foot, I'm even longing for the damned mosquitos and the blisters at my unused feet the whole time.
I remember the time on Bali, the policeman, his face when I demanded to get a receipt for the bribe, still could pee into my pants due this of laughing, the surfers in the late afternoon, the crematory of the King of Mengwi, the boys near the streets late at night, their never ending questions about almost everything, the sun downer on the terrace of Gado Gado, the desperate dealers at Sanur beach, these enormous tree fern, the white birds in the rice paddies.
A kaleidoscope of images, smells and noises comes to my mind, all so exotic, so completely different to here.
The ski-boots are calling me – hey, get up your lazy ass, its time to have a ride again, we have been waiting so long !!! – but my feet are longing for Bali, for the blisters, the mozzies, some warm sand.
Must stop dreaming now, work is also calling (...)
Regards
Thorsten