WHO?
David
WHERE?
Cologne, Germany
WHAT?
"You have the brightest radiance ever. Every time I see you my life lights up."
HOW did he react?
"Brightest radiance? That's because I was born in Chernobyl."
He grinned. I grinned. We hugged.
HOW did I feel?
Sometimes a single person makes all the difference. They turn night into day, questions into smiles, a bad joke of yours into a worse one of theirs.
David is that person.
He is alive. Sitting on a swing in the middle of the night he sings the blues with me forever. Because jail and abandoned playgrounds are the best spots for singing the blues. Afterwards I share some thoughts on life . He listens, his mind wide open. Appreciating my ideas he develops them further. Finally he winks at me, says "Time for some sobriety." and opens another beer. We drink. We sit and watch the night. Our silence is of that pleasant kind. Until some over amibtious jogger runs by, his breath beating harder than a techno festival. We look at each other. And laugh.
David is the kind of guy who ditches the subway for walking in the rain. He turns any item into an instrument. If you hear him play the trumpet you will melt. I promise. Have a glass of wine with him and he'll explain to you how red wine tastes of peat sometimes. Or chocolate. Or sweat... It's not like he's a flashy dude. He's simply fascinated. You can tell by the way his eyes sparkle. He reads Wittgenstein for fun. He meets new things with wonder. He sees art everywhere. And he creates: Whole pieces out of random noises. "The music's all there", he says, "I just need to learn how to grab hold of it. Without clinging to it too hard, just enough to channel it so I can write it down."
He's the kind of person, too, who picks up trash he stumbles upon in the city to put it in the closest trash can. He holds the door for you and carries your bag.
David sees things in you you didn't even know existed. And tells you about them.
He is the friend that understands the guy who dumbs you. And tries to explain him to you. Next he makes sure you comprehend that guy's an asshole for breaking your heart.
He listens. Even if he can't relate to what you say he feels when something matters.
And when he tells you about himself you feel that he is giving you presents with every word.
With every look, every smile, every sigh. And- of course- every high five, which by the way I learned how to master from him: Gaze at the other person's ellbow. The clap will hurt you ears.
Long story short: I love David.
I hope there will always be another Adana to eat and another handstand to go for with him. Another dance lesson, another jam session, another chord progression.
Because every day I spend with him brightens up my life. I had to tell him that, that moment. And- getting back to my question now-: Yes, it felt great!
ANYTHING ELSE (thoughts on the project, changes, observations?)?
No.
David
WHERE?
Cologne, Germany
WHAT?
"You have the brightest radiance ever. Every time I see you my life lights up."
HOW did he react?
"Brightest radiance? That's because I was born in Chernobyl."
He grinned. I grinned. We hugged.
HOW did I feel?
Sometimes a single person makes all the difference. They turn night into day, questions into smiles, a bad joke of yours into a worse one of theirs.
David is that person.
He is alive. Sitting on a swing in the middle of the night he sings the blues with me forever. Because jail and abandoned playgrounds are the best spots for singing the blues. Afterwards I share some thoughts on life . He listens, his mind wide open. Appreciating my ideas he develops them further. Finally he winks at me, says "Time for some sobriety." and opens another beer. We drink. We sit and watch the night. Our silence is of that pleasant kind. Until some over amibtious jogger runs by, his breath beating harder than a techno festival. We look at each other. And laugh.
David is the kind of guy who ditches the subway for walking in the rain. He turns any item into an instrument. If you hear him play the trumpet you will melt. I promise. Have a glass of wine with him and he'll explain to you how red wine tastes of peat sometimes. Or chocolate. Or sweat... It's not like he's a flashy dude. He's simply fascinated. You can tell by the way his eyes sparkle. He reads Wittgenstein for fun. He meets new things with wonder. He sees art everywhere. And he creates: Whole pieces out of random noises. "The music's all there", he says, "I just need to learn how to grab hold of it. Without clinging to it too hard, just enough to channel it so I can write it down."
He's the kind of person, too, who picks up trash he stumbles upon in the city to put it in the closest trash can. He holds the door for you and carries your bag.
David sees things in you you didn't even know existed. And tells you about them.
He is the friend that understands the guy who dumbs you. And tries to explain him to you. Next he makes sure you comprehend that guy's an asshole for breaking your heart.
He listens. Even if he can't relate to what you say he feels when something matters.
And when he tells you about himself you feel that he is giving you presents with every word.
With every look, every smile, every sigh. And- of course- every high five, which by the way I learned how to master from him: Gaze at the other person's ellbow. The clap will hurt you ears.
Long story short: I love David.
I hope there will always be another Adana to eat and another handstand to go for with him. Another dance lesson, another jam session, another chord progression.
Because every day I spend with him brightens up my life. I had to tell him that, that moment. And- getting back to my question now-: Yes, it felt great!
ANYTHING ELSE (thoughts on the project, changes, observations?)?
No.
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