Yesterday I went to a class reunion. We graduated 13 years ago and obviously a lot has happened. The evening was actually quite pleasant, and I had some good conversations. Hell, I even managed to make a demon from the past disappear… and that was a great thing.
Well, it was a good night, and now I’m back home in Munich. Somehow, this evening with all the talking, all the memories of the past, this reminiscence as such, makes me feel even more at home here, away from the places of my school days. Not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just that I’ve seen what some of them have done with their lives so far, or even, what they haven’t done. Many of us left this town, this part of Germany, and found a future somewhere else, but some of us stayed, and some of them looked like they’d lost their faith somehow. It may sound harsh, but I’m glad I’m not one of them.
When I was a kid, it was a good place to live. I had a good home. As I grew up, I outgrew the place and one day I left.
Looking back now, all these years later, is strange. Old thoughts, buried in my subconscious for a long time, have resurfaced. My school days are back in my mind. I don’t feel like talking about it much, and I even doubt that the memories will affect me in any way, but I guess the memories of events that are now past will be there for a few days.
