While lost, I took a photographs of a partially dismantled railway which, according to my unreliable map, used to connect the east of Bochum to the River Ruhr in the souch via the Opel factory. It made me feel at home.

The diary of a soul trying to hold down a job, play football and take the rubbish out. All at once.
3 comments:
Hi Phil,
I was wondering if this can be the title of a very big best seller book using your short stories!!!!
"LOST IN BOCHUM"
Best regards from Houston,
Walaa
Aglaia says hi, too and thinks this is a very good idea.....
"Found in Bochum"
Did it ever occur to you that there are people around who think and feel [almost] the way you do? I mean you are certainly not alone when you say you don't "know what [you're] doing, or even trying to do". There are a lot many others who do. Oh yes they do. IMHO a bit of bitterness can be pruned merely at the thought of being not alone.
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