Mind versus body

Snow, I have seen the snow again. Just for a few days, but it s beautiful after seeing drought and the same landscape over and over again. It ‘s strange to say, but i never payed attention on it. When you live somewhere and every day when you stepped out of your door , the landscape stays the same year in and out, it’s beautiful to see how the landscape changes during a year in Europe. How everything has a cycles of dead and live, of sleep and awake, of emptiness and fullness, of color and greyness.

But my body wasn’t that happy as me. My body just didn't know it anymore. Where are you now? Do i need to go to bed or do i have to be awake? It was constantly fighting against the reality my mind was experiencing.  My jet lag becomes harder and harder to get over. Every jump in time , my body and mind need more time to recover from it. Every jump starts to feel like an assault on my being. 

This time it took me three weeks to really feel like my body ,mind and reality were working together. First you got the time that has to be corrected. Your body has to feel naturally that it s time to go under a nice warm cover and to disappear in a beautiful dream or nightmare. And not to start wandering around and annoying people at times nobody does. 

That’s the first problem you have to solve. The second is the culture difference. Dress codes and social rules you have to obey before you start to annoy people. Languages that have to be learned again, a mix of different non understandable dialects is very hard ground to cover. And that’ s the easy one. Let’s not talk about culture differences in a area of 5 square km. I feel like i’m on a mission impossible. Misunderstandings and wrong behaviour are my biggest enemies. 

My body and mind is constantly struggling in two worlds. One moment i’m living as a bloke called Hansy , with his strange foreign thoughts and  working and touring around in the outback. An immigrant from another European country , searching for the gold out of the legends . The other moment i’m living as the bush guy that comes from Australia, trying to reconnect with his past and his future.

While being a guest in different homes and interfering with their different life habits, my memory is trying to memorise which belongings are where exactly. Personnel stuff that’s gathered in different places and corners around the world. 

Slowly my body and mind infiltrates in the European lifestyle. Customizing his habits and behaviours. Following Mr grey ‘s world , the nearby Mayan end of the existing world and the future world of Euralia , i got enough worlds to live in for the last remaining days of my world. So , i wish you, my few readers, a great end of the world.