I don’t even know if I can call it a journey of love.
It is a journey in itself.
The start of this, I believe, is something brave.
I just don’t know how this ends, or where I will be.
It is a decision I need to make, I don’t even know the way to that destination.
This is where I remember a story I once told to someone.
Once I was in Denmark.
I did some voluntary work on a farm.
We had to work from dawn till dusk.
Most of the time, we even stayed on the farm on the weekends.
There was not so much to do around.
Then one weekend came and we had decided to take a little trip.
We were allowed to take the car and drove a little bit.
I drove, the rest couldn’t.
We were with 3 people, I believe.
There wasn’t much traffic.
I mean, we were living on a farm in Denmark.
It wasn’t an unknown destination.
We were trying to find a cliff.
For some reason it was a famous cliff.
I still don’t know why though.
It has to do with some stairs with 496 steps.
I walked those stairs and finished, it wasn’t that hard.
However, I don’t think that is something a cliff should be famous for.
Perhaps I haven’t read the description.
To come back to this story, where we were trying to find that cliff.
We were driving around in the car and we were asking out loud, where this cliff was.
Expressing our discontent.
We didn’t know where to look.
I mean, do you know what a cliff looks like?
Where to find one?
Then we stopped the car in the middle of the woods.
There was a little house, at least how it appeared.
I had parked the car and we all walked up there, to ask someone where this (fucking) cliff was.
We went inside, the door was open and there was a man standing behind a desk.
We asked : “We are looking for this cliff, do you know where it is?”
These people started laughing.
I actually didn’t say fucking.
That was just a matter of speech.
Explaining, we were tired of driving around and looking for this damn cliff.
When they had stopped laughing, they said.
“You’re standing on the cliff!”
I think I smiled then, just a little bit.