Weimar this weekend. I will tell you all about it later. It was good to be out of the house, out of town, for a while. Being at home just reminds me of one thousand and one things that I needed to finish, like portfolio, History presentation, studying for midterm, et cetera et cetera. Sometimes I feel like letting go, just...forget about everything. May has been playing tricks with my head, leading me on to think that it was going to be warm then came back with strong winds. The bastard. I can't wait for June to arrive already, especially for the final exam to be done. I want to see Firu again, I want to travel with him some more, I want to be free. Aside from that, I can't wait for next week to come and I will be going to Kassel to visit my friend, Rezy. I don't know what Kassel has in store for me but I want to travel! Of course, the portfolio is still driving into my head at the back of my mind. But, please, I just want to forget for a while.
It was on the ground right in front of the building near the buzzer last week. I thought, maybe someone dropped it and forgot they left it there so I left it be. Then I forgot all about it until that day. Nobody had taken it for a week. I decided to take it into custody, just to try it on. If it didn't fit, I would bring it back. But it fit and nobody has put up any notice of losing it. So I keep it...at least until someone fess up to looking for it. In the meantime, I searched the brand of this pair and found out it came from India called Bare Denim. Aside from that, remember the heart-shaped necklace I bought off Etsy in my previous outfit post? This necklace is just the backside of that one. I know this might not be the side people would normally wear of it but I think it's pretty fashionable and functional. Don't you just adore the heart-patterned holes? Now, remember the layered dress I wore on this post? Yes, I am now wearing it as a top. Lovely, no?
|The gate of the camp. The line reads: "Jedem Das Seine." I think it means: "Every Man For Himself."|
|Pictures of all the inmates in camp....or at least, those who died.|
|Two girls of our group dancing to the music of a street musician. When they were done, everyone applauded.|
|Mimi and I on a well in front of Goethe's house.|