“one day you’ll be thirty-six. let’s hope you’re still alive and did not become one of those. if you can’t remember who they are, its too late.” (diary, 1997)
found it a couple of weeks ago and kept it for this very blogpost. now, a week away from my 36th birthday i’m afraid i have to confess that i actually became one of “those”… of course i still know who “they” are – the people i hated the most back then: the traumatized, the boring, caught in a robotic daily life routine… still alive though.