The lucky one
written on Monday, March 9th, 2009

I am the lucky one. I went to the Atlantic, sat at the beach and enjoyed the sun, I went to the hotel, the taxi arrived and brought me to the station to take the fast train to Paris, I still had time to have a coffee at the station, and although there were a lot of clocks around , I wanted to check the time at my cell-phone to look if I had time fto eat a croque monsieur, and then it happened , I discovered that I did’t have my cell-phone anymore, I was in panic as always, it had to be in the taxi or in the hotel, I couldn’t find the telephone number of the taxi, and I went to the office of the station to ask if there was a later train to Paris, still in time to catch my flight to Berlin, there was one : one and half hour later, but then I had almost no time to catch the plane. But still I decided to go for it, first I must take a taxi to bring me to the hotel again, to start my search, I thought, so I ran to the taxi stand with my heavy luggage, and there was the same taxi, with the same taxi driver, who brought me to the station, with my cell-phone on the backseat. I could still manage to eat my croque monsieur and catch the train I planned to take.
I decided that I will never carry my cell-phone in the pocket of my coat, it would be the third time I would lose a cell-phone like that. I decided to be not a donkey anymore who hit himself at the same stone several times…..
And I am the lucky one, because I had the impulse to check the time at my cell-phone….this kind of situations happen to me a lot of times, that I leave a place and within a minute I suddenly think my wallet, or my cell-phone, and then one of them is laying at the table etc…
I am some-one who travels all the time and still I am not in control of my traveling…
And now I want to travel to the other side of our accepted reality, a world where wallets and cell-phones don’t exist, I hope, but it demands a lot of imagination, courage and of course love.
And you will be there, I recognized you in so many meetings with other people, in the love of a, the touch of s, the theories of another s, the loyal friendship of g,
When I will become you.
I am not the man of your dreams
I am just your dream.
I have responsibility to look for you, whenever I meet you.
I am you.