On the road again, going to visit Bremen for the first time in three years. A lot has changed in those three years. I remember the last time I left the main train station in Bremen, thinking I would perhaps never go back. Many things I simply wanted to put behind. And here I am, a few years later, a bit older, and hopefully, a bit wiser this time, eagerly awaiting the time when the train will reach the Bremen station again.

I am not coming back. At least, not in the foreseeable future. Munich is my home now. Yet, it is good to go back to the place where I’d spent five years during my 20s, and try to reflect on my past life with fresh eyes.

Until the rest of the journey, this book here will keep me company.

Once a Runner