After two days offline, I felt like I wanted more of it. A week would have been better. Two weeks. A month!
But there was also a part of me that wanted to keep sharing the experience. I had been writing my blog for every day on The Longest Way, so why would I stop now?
I decided to take it slow: be online for five days, then go offline for one or two. Like Monday to Friday vs the weekend. Remember how I told you that weekdays meant nothing to me once, on a hot day in May in Samarkand? Turns out that maybe taking some time off every once in a while wasn’t such a bad idea.
So I got back online today, and I ate an avocado with some bread. I also continued reading my book:
It was big and fat and awesome:
I believe the English edition is called Alone In Berlin or something like that. A fantastic book. The only thing that I didn’t like about it was the fact that Hans Fallada, the author, had written this 600+ page turner in less than a month.
I took my jealousy and went to the park with it:
Together, we visited the beech trees that I had always liked so much:
They didn’t seem to care about weekdays either. Or about weekends.
Or about human concepts of time in general.