Mercy

Written from: Hannover.


It’s freezing and I am as ill-prepared as a Californian could be. Yes, I have money, and I could afford a warm-meal and accommodations, but I have committed myself to eating out of my backpack and sleeping on the train station floor for the 1 of 2 things that will happen (it was not nearly this cold when I made this decision). At this point, I have already been hassled by the Polizei twice. They asked me to leave the mild cold of the terminal for the frosty/rainey train platform. I find a place by myself to play some guitar and pretty soon into this I start thinking about going home as quickly as possible.


1,2,3 people come to talk to me, ask me to play for them, and offer to give me something, and THAT is part-one of why I put myself in these situations. If the situation went worst-case, I would have dealt with it and gotten through it as I have with all other debacles. However, these people are as good of friends to me as I have ever had. In their few minutes, they feed, clothe, and warm everything of me that needs it.


I am not alone. I am part of everyone. And we must look out for each other.


Blog #3. 364th Day, 27th Year. Complete.


Retropsection: Once I put bread in the jar of a busker and a friend asked, “why? She wasn’t even playing anything.” Now you know.