Der Weg zur Weisheit

I was asked a couple times about my time here in Malta. See it is not that simple that I could just tell you about.

There's more to that than only: Its great, I love this place!

The Residence Evil is always drinking at nights. They get a little funny ( no, sometimes! even utterly pissed) , but I hide in my room when it gets too complicated for me. I go out to sit with the fellows for a couple minutes, have my cigarette, maybe a tea or coffe, or maybe Apfelschorle and even though the whole residence knows that I am not drinking, they always ask me, if it is alcohol  or not. No guys, it's apple juice, I answer, and that's it.

But since I canot keep up with the conversation I always leave after a couple chats and hide in my room again.And here, I get bored. Well, maybe it's good for you that I spent my time writing on texts, because otherwise you wouldn't be reading this...

I am a full-time student, right? So part of my day is about going to University and finding the right building in this new environment. I have to admit, I don't feel like studying at all here, but there is not much to do about this. I have to remind myself that education is my way out of my own handcuffs. Studying to understand society, and through this, gain a better understanding of what I am as a human being.

I'm tired.

All these young people (I think I am getting old now) are talking about things that I have long digested. Seems like nothing is exciting me anymore and nothing is even putting me off. 

There is not even a sound that raises complaints in me (except when they chat in front o my closed door while I am trying to get some rest).

Maybe I should just enjoy the peace... I think it is time to do so again.

Maybe I will find my soul mate. Maybe...

Or maybe the train has already left the station. I'm too old for this now. To old to look into the face of the almighty creator.