The run of my life.
Actually I love turbulence on an airplane but the flight from Düsseldorf to Montpellier was as if I watched my own open-heart surgery. Of course, I tried to pretend that I was searching for something in my bag that I had placed under the seat in front of me but actually I was just getting ready for my death. So while I was waiting for my life to go by I had to think about my absolute highlights. I had to laugh so much that I nearly died from having my chewing gum stuck in my throat. Faced with a life-threatening challenge of surviving my chewing gum- turbulence-disaster I was lucky that I received a second chance at life and so I wrote down my memoirs and by that my favorite story:
When you want to shower, are already naked and you realize that you have to pee and go to the toilet (of course outside the apartment), come back and the door is closed…then that´s a pretty depressing situation for a naked person. Okay. No surprise: the naked person was me. Initial situation: 1) spare key on the other side of the courtyard 2) a small rucksack available, found in the staircase
Holy moly… so I strapped on the rucksack to hide at least something and I ran. I ran like I´ve never run before. I felt un-break-able! The sky was getting dark so the light flattered at least my butt. In my imagination I looked like a beautiful naked elf floating through the courtyard. In reality I was more like a white bowed creepy gnome with a rucksack. I also loved that fact that nearly the whole time chestnuts were falling on me because it was autumn and the most windy night of the whole fucking year. Definitely the most beautiful aspect of this season when you have to run naked, hide from your neighbours and search for the spare key at the same time.
The pain was awful. I don´t know what was worse: the chestnuts trying to knock me down or stepping barefoot on nearly everything like screws, little branches, and a fork (?!). But I had to go on.
I crossed the line to my apartment in 4minutes and 37seconds. I ran the first minute way too fast. I knew I should have slowed down, but I didn´t let go. It was the run of my life.
Now, two years later I would have done everyhing different. Maybe I would be clever enough to look under the doormat where the second spare key waited for me. No comment. Story of my life.









