LaVieDeTousLesJours

There are so many things I want to write.
But time is never right, I am to tired,I have to go to work, I have to draw or I have to sleep,I have to feed the cat, I have to eat... or I have to clean the appartement.
Time is never right. And time is never enough. We are always in a hurry- to grow up, to see places, to graduate, to find a job , to settle for a family ,to grow old, to die...

I work on the fastest trains in Germany, I sell junk food to people, who are in a hurry to get to their working place or just get somewhere... they don't even look outside the wondow, where beautiful sights reveal themselves... people just read the latest news, surfe in the internet or play mindless games on their mobile phones.
What a waste of time!

While it is an absolute pleasure to serve and sell coffee to some fancy dressed gentlemen(while the train is speeding ahead with 250-300km per hour), I don't see the point in this... It all you fault, Capitalism! You created the class devided society. For them I am the foreign girl, who came for a better life, who sells coffee and will probably achieve nothing more. For my so called collegues on the train, I am the girl with the trolley, who serves coffee to the people, who spent tons of money on tickets, in order to get somewhere fast(although those trains always have a delay at some point)...

A smart man once said "I don't want to get there fast, I want to get there on time"... Well, samrt man, with the Inter City Express, you won't, because time and life always get back at those, who try to trick them.

I was thinking the other day, how people grow so addicted to objects, to virtual "reality" and how detached with nature the become. Such a waste of time...

I had a friend, who started envying me, because I had something she didn't. Then she wrote some nasty stuff about me on the internet...so that anyone could see them... and she didn't even had the courrage to tell me those things in the face...I used to call her a friend and be ready to help her any time, to lend her anything she wanted, because I saw something special in her. But she became obsessed with the internet, she closed herself for the world and she stopped seeing clearly... I can't help her anymore, although I have helped her a lot of times. But I don't think she remembers...


If something hapens here in Europe, something simmilar to the tragedy in Japan, my former friend, all the fancy dressed and arrogant people, all the overbearing collegues of mine and I will be equal. To some of us faith will be generous,some of us may survive...If that happens, I wonder, what will the world, who the survivals will build, will look like?

I wonder what is to come. I wonder and I hope for a better future, I hope people will return to mother nature, where technology won't define us and won't play a major role in our world, I hope people will enjoy traveling and food and will appreciate their friends and their lifes, as those are unique and we may lose them, because they are more fragile, than we think.

I hope and I pray for the world to be a better place. But untill then: clothes make us, who we are, money make the world turn and we are the victims of our time- the children of middle history, where nothing happens, where modern slavery is an undeniable fact and where people are just numbers and statistics.