Six Generations of First Born Women for Sunday, March 4, 2007

Sitting in the airport in Amsterdam, Erika beside me, waiting for Lufthansa flight #23 to Frankfurt. Wollé drove us to the airport. We stayed in his room the whole time we were there. I was so filled with uncertainty, conflicted, and pressed for time so I couldn't write. It was very different than... Sign in to see full entry.

Patricia said I reminded her of her own mother. OH CHRIST! I thought to myself, the kiss of death. "Do you like your mother?" I asked. Might as well find out the bitter truth. "Yes, I like her very much" was the answer. Erika was with me. We talked about our experience on Friedrichshof. I started to... Sign in to see full entry.

"Krazy Kat" architecture; crowded, swaying, tilting, sinking, ornate buildings, leaning against each other in a cacophony of detail. A city on the edge. Tiny cars, driven by maniacs, down narrow brick streets that you can't tell from the sidewalks. Lots of bike riders in spite of the severe cold.... Sign in to see full entry.

We got off the train tired and dazed and in a state of confusion. We are standing on an out side track, far away from the main terminal, which appears to be under construction. Our bags were piled around us in a huge heap, it seemed impossible that the two of us could carry all this stuff. We looked... Sign in to see full entry.