This time it is different...
It was raining last night and at about 03:00 a.m., I heard the strong rainfall outside that I stood up for a cup of a Cappucino. Looking through the windows and staring at those peaceful street lamps while the rain pours out from heaven, I remembered the days in West Berlin in 1990 and in Crailsheim in 1997.
I do not want to reveal why am I so worried the last few days. Honestly, I have my Angst. As much as possible, I do not want history to repeat itself. Not again. Enough is enough.
I got good news this morning and made me forget the thoughts and mishaps. I have locked them up (again) inside Captain Sparrow's Treasure Box and somebody holds the key right now....
