A few words on a sunny Sunday

The sun is shining and it's Sunday. I am taking a break from the books and I am currently enjoying this moment.

The first night here in Linz was special. I have already written about the incident at Kolpinghaus. But something else happened that night. I met someone. I was just too tired to see who she really was.

Here we are, a little more than five weeks later, and I think that I have finally found out who she really is. She is my girlfriend.

We went out last night, and we had a few drinks around pubs in the old town of Linz. It was cold outside, it was dark and I felt really far away from what I refer to as "home". It didn't matter. It didn't matter at all. She was there.

This Sunday has been pleasant. People who know me, know very well that I hate Sundays. I never liked them and I probably never will. Exceptions have taken place, but usually during summers. Now I feel like every day is Friday. I am doing well.