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[solitary_summer]

Hm. Well, that bout of enthusiasm certainly died fast... slow day at work, tired from too little sleep, boredom barely broken by some illegal immigrants, who, for some reason I can't quite make sense of, were trying to get into the Ministry of Interior next door, and ended up camping out in front of it for an hour or so, police, tv, I'm actually surprised that none of the presidential candidates turned up; until they apparently were convinced to board a bus and were driven away. (And yes, I'm aware of how callous I sound. I do sympathise, really. But then, it was an extremely slow morning...) Then an old woman, who'd also been trying to get into the Ministry (she told K. some story that made no sense whatsoever and doesn't explain what she actually wanted in the Ministry, about being passed over at a doctor in favour of some foreigners) walking by, saw K. (pretty, blonde and apparently very non-foreign looking), who happened to be standing just outside the door, and ranted at her for ten minutes straight, no interruptions, no pauses, no logic or coherence, about evil generally and the evilness of foreigners specifically.

Insanity.

Left an hour early because there was nothing to do anyway and I still have surplus hours.

Made one last belated easter bunny cake for Ch. & can now thankfully pack up the moulds until next year...

[I'm in love with the pictures apod brings to my f/list. There's something striking and beautiful and somehow meaningful about the juxtaposition of people's thoughts and the images of stars and galaxies...]

TM's diaries, continued...

Strange how you can get drawn into someone else's life without even noticing. I started with the 1944 - 1946 volume, for no good reason except that I'd already payed and taken home the earlier volumes and wanted something to read at work and then decided I might as well continue from there... 1952, the move back to Europe, the sale of the house in Pacific Palisades; the descriptions of autumn and winter in Switzerland after having read through years of brief notes about the Californian climate (wind from the sea, wind from the desert) are very vivid and touching.

Fange an zu merken, daß der erste europäische Winter nach so vielen Jahre kein Spaß sein wird. (2. 10. 52)

Hinunter an den See, wo wir uns in der Sonne ergingen. Hatte Freude am europäischen Herbst, der Verfärbung der Blätter, der feuchten, würzigen Luft, dem Spiel von Wolken und Sonne. (5. 10. 52)

Altvertrautheit und Neuheit des dunklen Wintermorgens. (3. 12. 52)

1/2 8 Uhr auf. Das Dunkel! (7. 12. 52)