Six Generations of First Born Women

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.

Erika just said "lotta bikes" as she glanced out the window of our not quite speeding train. She also whipped out her camera to take a picture of her first windmill. She's asking me questions about where The Group in Amsterdam lives. I think she is fantasizing about city life for her and me should... Sign in to see full entry.

As the train continues it's rhythmic click, clacking down the tracks toward Amsterdam my mind drifts back to the scene at yesterday's lunch. Franz List has been leading since Teresa left. He has become much warmer, as a person and integrated in the family life than I remembered from our last visit,... Sign in to see full entry.