I stayed one more day, and I walked around a little bit, trying out my new inlays. I had lunch with my friend Robert, whom I hadn’t seen in a year. He told me that I looked like shit, and that I needed a vacation.
The word “vacation” might sound a bit weird in the context of someone who has been walking along the Silk Roads for the last two and a half years. But Robert pointed out the obvious: a vacation wasn’t only about physical rest. He told me to try turning off the phone and the computer for a day or two and see how that felt.
“Will you do that?” he asked, and he sounded concerned.
I was still pondering that thought when I stood on the bridge that crossed the river Isar, looking at the sunset over Munich:
Who will take care of my social media when I am offline? I wondered as I was boarding the train home to the north.
I had asked Robert the same question, and he had had a pretty specific answer: “Fuck your social media.”
When I arrived in Hannover, I had to wait 40 minutes for my train home to the village. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to a café and ordered a ginger mint tea with a slice of lemon:
Fuck my social media? I thought, taking a sip of my tea.
It tasted like pure health.