Comments on: The Buddha and the Car http://www.windgrove.com/blog/the-buddha-and-the-car/ Sun, 04 Jul 2010 15:03:30 -0400 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Bine Braun http://www.windgrove.com/blog/the-buddha-and-the-car/comment-page-1/#comment-41 Bine Braun Fri, 01 Jan 2010 14:30:15 +0000 http://www.windgrove.com/blog/?p=1379#comment-41 2010. First day. Wandering in Tasmania, great you are back on line Peter. Getting more homesick by the minute. If this photo with the Porsche is really my story, I am sure I have to do a lot of work this year. Will start with it today in searching for an answer: what acatually is my story? Funny enough I spent the very first hour of the very new year with a very strang old lady I did not know. Somehow the group of seven people around me startet talking about Tasmania and found out, that I had spent a long time down there. This old lady did not stop for an hour trying to find out what I am thinking to do against my apparent longing to get back there. I gave answers. Other gave answers. And she kept looking at me with misty eyes asking me how I survive with my longing. Even though she did not know a thing about me. Strange start. My story. Might fit into a dolls house. 2010. First day. Wandering in Tasmania, great you are back on line Peter. Getting more homesick by the minute. If this photo with the Porsche is really my story, I am sure I have to do a lot of work this year. Will start with it today in searching for an answer: what acatually is my story? Funny enough I spent the very first hour of the very new year with a very strang old lady I did not know. Somehow the group of seven people around me startet talking about Tasmania and found out, that I had spent a long time down there. This old lady did not stop for an hour trying to find out what I am thinking to do against my apparent longing to get back there. I gave answers. Other gave answers. And she kept looking at me with misty eyes asking me how I survive with my longing. Even though she did not know a thing about me. Strange start. My story. Might fit into a dolls house.

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