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Wow! I have just come from a rehearsal. Forests of Wajdi Mouawad. This is a piece. On 9 October is for us the German premiere. Wajdi Mouawad is a native Lebanese, who grew up in Canada and with his play the Franco-German relations from the war of 1870/71 until the Nazi era and worked up until the Second World War. Already this is interesting. And the piece erst. I can not reveal much, but it is mistaken. It plays exactly the way in the woods through which I went in the summer: the Vosges and the Franche Comte. So I have a special relationship with it. And indeed a very special, because now I have a French friend.

yeah, Christian! We are together, since I been back to Strasbourg! Christian and soon comes to Darmstadt, the B-premiere after next Sunday. He even has the Monday at his school and get free next week from Friday to Monday there. Our great-grandparents once fought together and we are now great-grandchildren. And work with the play of our own family history. This is really interesting.

Oh yes, from Strasbourg, I have not written anything yet. The weekend was great and again Christians birthday too. It was not soooo big party, because most of its feunder in Walbourg yes, but a really nice intimate festival. We have talked a lot. Cecile I have now learned to know. A very sweet quiet girl. Totally different from her brother. But very nice. So on Saturday we celebrated Christian's age, and what we did on Sunday? Since I am Christian and Cecile went back to the cathedral. It was, Monument Day in Strasbourg and was allowed to walk on the roofs of the cathedral. This can be because every year for the Monument Day. At the choir we are highly increased, and then along the eaves to attend the towers. And in the roof, we are also increased. It is the largest medieval roof of Europe, could there really still set up a cathedral.

The train ride takes about three and a half hours and I have found a connection in which I train with my card back and back pay under 40 €.

bisous :-)

Julie

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Hello,

the Rilke poem I like very much, although it is totally melancholy at the end. So sadly I'm not really. And if the line "Who has no house now will establish none, more reads, as you can already get scared. Fall, it will be cold, financial crisis, fear of the future, huh. But in reality it's vice versa. The financial crisis has been caused precisely by those who have their house built. Actually, we have to rewrite the Rilke: "Anyone who has built a house, now no more."

But I have set the poem purely because the first line. "Lord of the summer was great." Yesssss, he was! Astray large. And now I'm home for three weeks. The first week I really did not do much. Slept slept slept. And in between completing my blog, with Sylvie, Thérèse and Christian mailed, chatted a bit, visiting friends and of course, tells of my pilgrimage.

Yes, and it was good that even after my FSJ started. This has pulled me out of the pilgrims memories, because there's just so exciting at the theater. Now I'm in for two weeks, the most interesting people I met in my life and am very busy with new things. I do public relations work, log in samples and even write a text for a program. It is not easy to write something clever, what is understood by the people as well. Above all, I had to learn not to belong to anything on my pilgrimage experience. Pilgrimage was a great thing, but now something different to it. After two weeks of theater my pilgrimage is already soooo far away.

But on weekends, since I'm back in Strasbourg. Christian's birthday and comes of age. Sweet 18! I am immensely pleased to see him again, even if it is now only for two days.

Bussi Julia

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Lord, it is time. The summer was very big.
Lay your shadow on the sundials,
and on the meadows let the winds.

Command the last fruits to be full;
Give them two more southern days, urge them to complete
and
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who has no house now will not build more.
Who is alone now will remain so long to read watch is
, write long letters
and the avenues, up and down
wander restlessly, when the leaves.

Rainer Maria Rilke