… and my wold is another. No 9 to 5 but dawn till dusk. No documentation, no story, no Full-HD 3D Dolby Surround projection. Only reality. No tomorrow like today like yesterday. No beaten tracks before, only marks behind.
  What long lays asleep, scratched the surface. The first „last times“ grabbed my dreaming head and slammed it back to ground, provides sleepless nights, demands „you’re not dreamig anymore“. With family and friends the last christmas, the last birthday, the last new year’s eve. Where and with whom the next?
Many „last times“ still waiting. Much to manage, to handle, to do, to end, to start, to find, to discover.
I can not wait