only dreaming? Farewell to the great love of Christine Lackner
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I should ride with him in the car, so we agreed to meet before his house. There I met for the first time at his little daughter, who was playing in the garden. The girl was not a smile to elicit, nor have I received answers to questions. They measured me only with penetrating gaze of angry eyes, which had similarity with those of an adult.
Philip's wife invited me at ease for a quick meal in the new kitchen. But however much I usually lasagna tasted, at that moment I could not feel in my mouth as something between the teeth, I tried to wash down the fastest means of mineral water. I was a big lump in my throat when I noticed how much his wife tried to him. Your Appearance surprised me, the beautiful long hair, open eyes, friendly smile. She was the exact opposite of the person I had rhymed together during the talks with Philip.
me at that moment I was totally out of place before, I felt like a thief caught red-handed turn and was rushing to this situation and Philip's home back.
An ancient farmhouse on a snowy clearing, enclosed by a thick, dark pine forest, invited from far away to dream.
After the cold had driven out of the room by the stove fire, which emanated warmth, we moved into the dormitories. The distribution of those present on the available beds turned out to be not so simple should, but friendships are considered.
I was with my girlfriend a room under the roof with a large double bed. More women, based on the first floor accommodation. On the ground floor behind the old, quaint office found the men a place to sleep, was shared by three of a double bed and a won a single bed.
The men were cooking, the women set the table and do the washing up.
The food was delicious. But the men reaped plenty of praise and admiration. Wine, beer and soft drinks flowed in abundance. The atmosphere was fun and relaxed.
I switched off and gave herself completely to the positive atmosphere.
Many issues were raised and fought seemingly endless discussions. Coffee and brought home-baked treats sweetened the dawn of the evening, games and mulled wine did the rest.
I tanked mental energy, as I am that man turned to me, gave every man for himself as a unique being from life experience and love of life, strength.
However, I went to talks with Philip at the lowest. Maybe we were just on a similar emotional level.
With music by going to the heart lyrics, songs called Zeitgeist, I allowed myself for moments images the only Phil and I include. I became quiescent, receptive shore, sea to sea caressing it, heaving.
Once we swallow us to a whole, are torn apart by higher powers in order then only much more troubled and stormy to merge.
It was not easy for me to pull away from the fantasies. My eyes could not rest too long on it. His eyes I dodged as best he could. We were eventually married, had two children and marital obligations. As a warning signal, I called me again and again the picture of his family to mind, so as not to come from the path of virtue. Were we even at the hut already ripe to fall victim to another?
The sky had spread his canopy of stars, when a small group set off for sledding. After just a few steps, we both found ourselves side by side herwandernd, climb the hill again. Unfortunately the snow was too wet, so we could not slip on the plastic bags brought down the valley. A few people went back into the house, the other took a night walk. The snow sparkled
, the moon lit our way. I promised Phil Excerpts from the concept of social project, he wanted to bring my music and literature, which he meant a great deal.
When we returned, it was already midnight, and some danced edited to the music on the wooden tables in front of the hut. We sat a little off. Under cover of darkness, he spoke of feelings and emotional pain that affected his workaholism, his family allegedly lives overshadowed, in particular, but his personal development was stagnant. I listened attentively, was also troubled internally, even downright shocked.
in bed as my fatigue was gone. I was a long time with eyes open next to the sleeping girlfriend. To loud noise from a roof avalanche slid and after more than two hours of sleep was skiing in the Programme.
I had probably overestimated my physical strength. Almost no sleep, strong coffee, not a morsel in the stomach, to the height difference was the gondola ride to the mountain station. I suffered a circulatory collapse.
Bathed in sweat, sliding with shaky legs on skis in the valley, a few people from our group to secure accompanied the convoy, I reached the bottom station. After a double vodka and a hot soup in the restaurant, my circulation gradually stabilized. Meanwhile, Philip was raging on the slopes, the female skiers challenged him.
spent the last day of each with preferences. Some lay in front of the house in the sun, read, listened to music or discussing lyrics. Others migrated to the mountain. Philip spent with a few sports freaks again for half a day on the slopes. With a little sadness in the heart together we cleaned room, kitchen and rooms.
the evening, began even before the melted snow to ice up, we broke out in a column on the home.
had early morning call me Paul's worries. Apparently our daughter was once again not come home. I drove home with mixed feelings, knew that the call was merely a precursor to a longer conflict.
Philip tried to distract me. He promised to assist, should there be more difficult. His wife had finally worked with troubled youths, they would take my child also determined, and he would be the last to have something against it.
This outlook made me more confident and reassured me during the long drive home. Despite exhilarating talks, which we shortened the trip, I was tense. Finally, our departure was awaited as the culmination of the ski weekend at stake.
Under the pretext together to search for the daughter, picked me up a friend from home. Tanya was now indeed been short there, but immediately disappeared when she realized I was still absent.
After we had searched all the premises in vain for their city, we gave up the search. Not the slightest clue came, could put out Tanya, for her new friends held tight.
now waiting the hard core of our group at a disco on us.
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