(Die Breslau - Berlin Autobahn in 1984)
Traveling to Berlin, with my home village some 10 miles away (I nearly could see it from the motorway), I was combining the Rosary with some somber thoughts about all the unhappiness I've produced and witnessed since childhood.
Suddenly I got so overwhelmed with all the unused chances, the misused gifts and all the wrong decisions, words and deeds that keep stalking me and my close ones, that I thought I wasn't ready to take any more of unlove and was ready to die.
Just then one decade of the Rosary finished and I went on to begin another: The Birth of Jesus Christ. So instead of focusing on dying, I focused on being born.
Photo: http://www.keesswart.nl/fietsreportages/1984.htm
