I
lack the energy to continue traveling. Fatigue has usurped my wherewithal. Berlin
and its people are beautiful. It all makes sense. But I am bored. This may be
attributed to my extensive and excessive travels from home—studies in Egypt
have led to a sojourn in Deutschland.
I’ve
lost the will to be impressed by architectural miracles or sculptural
sensation. When I get on a bus, I only wish it that it be headed to my house.
My sister, I sense, is not having fun and as her travel companion I sense failure.
Ugh, I just want to go home.