So far, this has been the best blog I have ever read. This is what I call a “light reading” blog. My focus is on the everyday person’s everyday life. The articles that I write are not about my personal life, nor do I claim to be any sort of expert on the subjects I write about. Instead, I am interested in those topics that are close to my heart.
I don’t know about the others, but as an old friend who’s been married since I was a child, I know I feel deeply connected to the people in the story.
I will admit that I am probably the only person who has ever felt so connected to another person. I feel so much love for the city of Cologne, Germany. The love that I feel for the people who live there and for those who work there and for those who serve there. The love I feel for those people whom I see everyday walking down the sidewalks, or sitting at a cafe, or walking in a park. These people are my friends.
I feel so much love for the people who live in the city I grew up in, the people in the city I went to university in, the people in the city I lived in for most of my life, and the people I met on the streets of the city I grew up in. These are my friends, but not the ones I met on the streets of the city I grew up in.
People who live in cities have a habit of coming up to me and saying, “I can’t believe you’ve never told me about Berlin before.” When I say, “I’ve been to Berlin” they look at me in astonishment. I was in Berlin for a year, so I have a pretty good idea of what Berlin is like.
I always loved the history of Berlin, ever since I was a little kid. It’s a city with an incredibly rich history and a rich cultural history. It’s also a city I’ve visited countless times. I even went on a tour of the city in high school because I thought it would be good practice for studying foreign languages.
The first time I went to Berlin was last summer, in June. It was an amazing city and I love it. I’ve always loved going to the city. I was originally going to visit one of my best friends in Berlin who lived abroad and I wanted to see her.
But when my friend couldn’t make it, I went to another friend who lives in Berlin for my trip and she took me. I think it was a pretty good idea, because since I was so young I just didn’t have time to plan ahead. I went out to visit with her because I didn’t have a place to stay. I also thought it would be good practice for studying foreign languages.
I actually spent some of my adolescence in Berlin, but I didn’t spend as much time there as I should have. A month into my trip I was so bored I had to sleep in the airport. I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasn’t able to catch my ride at the airport, so I had to walk the 30 minutes to the train. I took a train to Frankfurt and walked the rest of the way with my friend, leaving him to go hang out with other friends.
I was so bored in the train that I slept in my boxy seat. I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasnt able to catch my ride at the train station.