SEPTEMBER. this morning @ barrio sesamo

„hey, you!“ - a stranger is trying to catch my attention.

Our eyes meet, it’s 8.15am, a sunshiny september morning in the big city,

„do you know what love is?“ he is asking me.

ME!?!?

„what??“ I ask, not wanting to trust my ears.

Does he know who I am?

The personified search for love?

A clueless, desperate seeker?

Did he notice the giant permanent question mark above my head???

„what??“ ??

„speak french? Dutch? Russian?“ he thinks, I did not understand?

„german“ I answer in his language.

And again, he puts the question that has been on my mind for so long into speech:

„do you know what love is?“

I stop breathing. My eyes wide and open. „I have no idea! Do you?“

Not was he expected, obviously.

„No“ he says „not really“

„I’m learning, though“

„step by step, right. Can I have your number?“

„I don’t think so.“

He offers me his left hand and I touch with my left, HEARTEXTENSION.

This meeting made us think. This unconditional thing was in the air. Open, pure, light and fun.

„I love you“

„I love you“

I love you.