The journey continues..

Resan fortsätter. Vår hjältinna har beslutat sig för att inte vara så arg och full av åsikter.
- Det tär så bedrövligt på mitt inre, som hon sa till sin vän. As we speak, genomgår hon just nu en prövning av detta löfte. Utanför Humlebeak Kro sitter en slags trubadur som på fullaste allvar försöker få till Highway To Hell, men av tonerna och sången misslyckas katastrofalt. Hade hon behövt uppleva samma gnissel för, säg, tre månader sedan hade hon fysiskt gått ner i sjön med trubadur och allt. Men nu är det en ny era. En ny era med glasögon på näsroten så hon ser med båda ögonen var ho sätter fötterna. En ny påbörjad resa hos en harmonisk dam som med sina persontypiska steg skenar från gitarrmanglet mot buss 388.

The air is filled with promises as our heroinne continues her journey south. At night while the train passes the endless silhouettes of the typical industrial area of Germany, she can't help but to feel dark eyes looking at her from the other side of the trainpath. Just to make everything clear, she has no interest to make contact with new people and she certainly has no intentions of a love affair. At least that's what she promised herself last time she fell head over heels. To the rhythm of the train's dunk against the rails her mind starts to wonder behind closed eyes...

It was spring and the sky so blue and clear, seemed endless with opportunities. Suddenly out of nowhere X made an appearence in her life. Noone seemed to notice the exchanging glances. Starting as a friendly conversation had soon lead to an intense relationship, that's what the common sence would have call it. She called it pure exuberance. She'd been waiting such a long time for the unspoken feeling to blossom. No promises but true affection and kisses so smooth she could have killed just for another moment together...

Shaking her head as to make the memories dissolve, she realises that this journey needs a great deal of self-control.