We laugh, therefore we are... Today, nobody laughed so someone is not existing anymore with us . It was my last day before vacation at my main job . Soon , as i left , i travelled to my part-time job, the restaurant. The bad news spread , my dear college of 61 years with an amazing humour and a heart of gold found dead in a car crash after his heart attack on the road . I had already forgotten today at main work my wallet and didn't intend going back to take it . Money comes back , money comes back . It´s the people who after their journey may not arrive back. So, what is so interesting with Kosta ? Kosta left on vacation two weeks ago and i remember we said "have a nice trip" as he came to pick up his freddo for the long road ,instead of also adding  "come back safe " . We should say that often ... Kosta was a man i knew for a short time , but i can tell from a short time who is acting on their highest human behaviour. Kosta was giving much for people in need , he was a man with a good style and a funny personality . He was grabbing the plates like a crab and never ever heard him of complaining. He reminded me of my dad , so it felt so good and goofy to have this figure working with me . God works in mysterious ways, but His Will is always done and right. His time was wrapped in his motherland among his family . And now we are here left and I´m picking up all his shifts (thank you for taking good care of me - now, i will pick up that shift for you ) and the phrase you said to me in German as i came late every time "Habe die Ehre ", im adopting it so you can live in this phrase as long as I live . Paradise is prepared for you. Angels are not born in this hell- people are only becoming slowly them on earth . God bless my pockets to help like him , God bless and strengthen the relationship i have with my father (my father has already win his paradise and this was revealed to me by dream ) ,God bless our time given to repent and become like Kosta before our clock ticks . God bless Kosta and let Him lighten the carriage of his soul.In good prayers , farewell.  

Munich, 04.09.25

The first winds of Change

The green leaves will turn red, depart from the trees and fall .

Things needed to be disconnected to look for moments of real connection . 

Moving from fragmentation into wholeness.

Life is only a red ripe apple i once ate raw , but now it has formed  into its recognisable shape in the season of gold.

The soup was ready , too and the fat was shed - the fire begun to grow.

There were for me things to prove and people to love .

 

Munich , 04.09.2025

 

 

 

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