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If I don’t show up in the blog after this entry, I will have probably been exploded.

Tobi returned today from his lunch break and asked me:
“Did you hear the news!?”
“What news?”
“The inspectors found a bomb here in the train station.”
“What!? What bomb?”
“Bomb! Boom! From the Second World War. It’s about 20 kg.”
“So what? Was it in the main station?”
“No. Here. In Hackescher Markt. If it’s true, then they will… evakuieren… the whole area in the distance of 5 km”
“Yea? So we’ll go home? And how will they inform us?”
“They will come here directly or will tell everybody with loudspeakers”
“So how did you learn about that bomb?”
“I was at a bank with a friend of mine. And then many police cars came to the district. Some policemen went there. So we asked them, what happened. They told us.”

Another colleague heard the rumor and the whole life passed in his mind. His eyes became moist under glasses.
“Na ja. Historical heritage…” – he said taking a sigh. He got a baby not long ago and now such a danger threatens his life and all the happiness that he had created while living. Or maybe he had even lost some relatives during some explosion…

I decided that it’s the time for my lunch break too, and I need to pry there. If we explode, we’ll explode anyway. Five kilometres is a large distance. There is no difference to die due to direct explosion wave or due to the fallen wall.

Yup. There were plenty of police cars lined up in an arc in the square of Hackescher Markt. The special forces were ready for unexpected in their positions… Some punks decided to sit down with their curs in the middle of the arc and to make an impression to the passers that all that police came here because of them. Fluxus.

Ehm.. Where could the bomb be undug? I took a walk around the train station. A-ha. There was some construction on the other side between the train station and “Instituto Cervantes” where Kristina had attended Spanish courses. But no police was over there. Was it so for the reason not to raise a panic in the city? There were just a few workers. Oh. These two had just carried some heavy thing to a container. I could manage to see that while they were closing the door. What was that, it wasn’t clear. Was it a bomb? Oh. And and there a tractor was coming… Was everything executed quietly holding horses? And was the police just diverting the attention? Anyway, it didn’t matter… However, I wanted to take photos of those punks.

So I went to the studio to take my photo camera. And then back again. Click. Click. Pop. Pop. The police was already sending the punks home. Click. Pop. And then while returning I turned to Starbucks for some coffee with caramel. It might be the last coffee in my life.

People were calm there. A normal life was is in full swing. I taught the seller to spell my name. She associated that with the opera: “Oh! That’s almost like AIDA!” I forgot to ask the coffee to go, so I had to sit down and watch the calmness.

There were a forty-year-old couple who had become acquainted not long ago and they met again and flattered with each other. While he was waiting in the queue for coffee, the woman pretended to read a magazine and stroke through her breast with finger tips imagining what would happen later that day. He came back with the coffee. That time he sat down not in front of her, but next to her. Then he pretended to be interested into the theme of reading. Artificial actions were filling in the environment, but the feelings of the couple seemed real.. That’s sweet!

And then two girlfriends who hadn’t seen each other for quite a long time, met over there at the next table. They were really good friends. They hugged each other happily. Soon they would talk about their actualities, make funny jokes, exchange emotions as well as the other two at the third table. That’s nice.

I started watching what had been photographed. I was thinking about the temporariness. I sank into the totality of my life. I wasn’t concentrating to specific points in the history, but rather to the whole complex of what I had achieved for that moment. No. I wouldn’t like to die. The life was beautiful and there were many things that I would want to do. I was thinking about the deeper feelings that had come to me recently. I was thinking about signs and about relations. I wouldn’t like to die! But even if I did, there wouldn’t be any tragedy to me. I couldn’t change something that didn’t depend on me. Was it fate? No! That were just the circumstances created by other people.

And maybe there will still be that boom. And then there won’t be anything anymore neither today, nor in the future. Somebody will have learned the spelling of a new name only for a few hours. Somebody have created a dream which will be shut down soon. Somebody’s talking about life will get stuck in her throat. And my feeling to the girl in a distance will be my last thought.

Mantas (22:28):
oh cool, u know, some slut⁽¹⁾ could have step onto that and there would be a big boom
Aidas aka Archatas (22:28):
And if she exploded, there would be damage for the radius of 5 km
Mantas (22:28):
))))
so there would be no more sluts left in berlin
it would be bad luck to us
))
Aidas aka Archatas (22:29):
There wouldn’t be what to show for the guests
Mantas (22:29):
yup, and where to take them….
that is, to whom

Everybody can die at any time. It shouldn’t necessarily happen because of a bomb, terrorism, or natural disaster. Not always everything depends on ourselves. So we should accept this possibility now, that we could be happy about the best from the past during our last moments, instead of sinking into panic and fear. And we shouldn’t always think about the death. We should think about the life and about the lightest future possible. Unless it will be cut.

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⁽¹⁾ The representatives of the oldest occupation of the world gather into this district in the evenings from about nine and offer the passers to play; except the evenings when the Police raids pretend to be there.