1981 my parents set out for a new great experience: Indonesia more precisely Bali.
I think all their friends called them crazy. How could somebody want to travel that far away and Why? Nobody divined which extensive consequences that would have for the whole life especially for me who wasn't born yet.
Today I ask myself what they felled called upon to travel so far. I never knew much about that journey. All I know was that their bank account was horrible overdrawn but even they determined to travel into the Uncertain. That days a journey took more than 56 hours from amsterdam, because there where no flights directly from Cologne even not from Frankfurt.
I really ask myself how they where able to endure that long journey. I hate to sit on a plane for around 16 hours, I really hate that feeling of being mercy.

But this one journey all the years ago changed every single step of their subsequent life. My parents fell in love, not with somebody but with that land 9000 kilometers far from their home. At that time Bali was a place with less tourists only that guys who wanted to break out of their everyday life and find a new way of life far from home. With that kind of hippie guys or artists. A land with very friendly people, huge beaches and a unbelievable flora.
The biggest island archipelago of the world and my parents right in the middle of it. I've missed to ask them what they felt in that days. What they thought, what they saw, what they experienced. I only can understand a fraction of what they must have experienced that days.

All I know is that these one journey chalked out my whole life. Thirty years later I'm sitting here and writing these Blog. There will be eight month left in germany before I leave that country to emigrate to that world 9000 kilometers far from home...