Six Generations of First Born Women

RG must be eating breakfast now in Zurich. In a few hours he will be home. I thought of Erika and Bill yesterday, wondered how they were getting along. This experience, with me out of the picture, could have been good for both of them, then again, it could have been a disaster. Today there has been... Sign in to see full entry.

In the car on the way back to Friedrichshof (FH) Gaert tells me about their radio station. He's unhappy that they only play Blues and Jazz inspite of an extensive record collection. The reason for this is Yvonne. His tastes are narrow and he has control of the programming. I'm surprised at this... Sign in to see full entry.

It is almost 7pm. The sky is still light, some moment between day and night. I'm standing in the hall outside Otto's room. RG is inside saying good-by. I'm looking out the window, over the fields, the sprayers are on, colors of early Fall, cabbages, corn, sunflowers, a red-brown turned over field... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night, to distract myself while waiting for RG to return, I went out for a short walk. It was a magical late September night. The moon was orange and half full. It kept getting enveloped by gobs of clouds but the glow of it surged through the thick dark sky. The night was alive with sounds like... Sign in to see full entry.

It's been over 2 months now since I posted anything in this memoire. I left my story in the middle of my second visit to a commune in Austria in September 1985. Trying to find the rhythm again is tough but here goes. ************************************************************************* After the... Sign in to see full entry.