Warning
This post is a sentimental, emotional rant from a middle aged man. There's no Seven tips, Eight leaks or other computing related stuff in this post.
If you are already tired of reading about how much in love I am, please do not read the following post.
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Suddenly and unexpected, we realized last weekend that we had a full week ahead with almost no plans, no appointments and a 24H care for my mother-in-law. This realization came when we had just noticed that a long break was finally over, that the dear God and nature alone had done what even the blue pills could not do during the first half year after the stroke
We both, my incredibly beautiful and dear wife Angelika (Angie to the friends) and I, we both love our home town
Leipzig. Angie because of what it means to her; here began on Monday the 4th of September 1989 the so called
Monday Demonstrations, which then led to end of the state of
East Germany, end of communistic era and a new, united Germany. Angie was very active in Lutheran church which was not so good in a communistic country, and was the reason why she so willingly participated these demonstrations and got her arrested a couple of times. Her and her mother's belief was the one thing that kept them living, waiting and hoping something better. It was also the reason why they were harrased by the secret police
Stasi, and why we still visit the
Stasi Museum and the archives at least once every month, trying to finally get Angie's
Stasi files (for some reason, we only know the files exist but Angie has not got a copy yet, after 20 years).
I as a "newcomer" (I came after the
reunification of Germany) love this city because of it's history and position as one of Europe's leading places of culture. The
philharmonics,
opera and ballet here are about the best you can find. Luckily we have annual subscriptions to all these three, although we have missed quite a many concerts and performances during the last year. First because of the problems with Mutti's (my mother-in-law) health, then because of mine. I also love the feeling, to know and remember it every time, that the
church we go is as the Wikipedia says "
most famous as the place where Johann Sebastian Bach worked as a cantor, and where his remains currently lie". It says it all about what Leipzig is. In our former home town Rome I liked the feeling that in every step I took, I was closer to history. In Leipzig, every step takes me closer to culture.
We love to be tourists in our home town. This week we have done guided bus and walking tours in this town we both know so well. We've been in theater and a concert, we have been clubbing with youngsters listening unknown punkers, enjoyed the velvet atmosphere of our favorite jazz club, we have been wining, dining and (as Angie says) "five feet dancing" (she, me and my cane). We drove to Czech border only to be able to enjoy the crossing of
Elbe and buy some real
Budweiser, not the cheap copy they sell in USA.
In five weeks I'm going to be 52. I have been married three times before. In my Angie I have found a woman, a person who really makes me happy. This might sound absurd but please try to understand my point: I am so incredibly happy when I have noticed that before Angie, I presented my partners as "this is XXX, my second wife" or "this is ZZZ, my current partner", whereas I present Angie as "my absolutely last wife". It is not meant to be a male chauvinistic remark, nor is it meant to be a redneck joke. It is how I feel, how I have felt since about
our second date.
I feel like a teenager first time in love. I have had the best week of my life, I feel ashamed that I now feel sorry because it ended due to that Angie must stay overnight by her ailing mother. I would have liked this week go forever. I am very much in love in my Angie, and very aware the feeling is mutual which makes me even happier.
It's great to be alive, and in love with my own wife.
Mac OSX still sux!
Kari
