Sunday, March 31
That night I've listened to Verandah Sound System. A nice boost.

Friday, March 29
We've painted the walls of my room. Now it looks fresh. I relocated the wardrobe to a different place.

Thursday, March 28
In Switzerland there is still snow that's what I've heard. Here the sun is shining all day. It is very strong so I have to be very cautious not to get burned. It's the lack of pigment that makes moving around freely somehow complicated. You always need to watch how red your skin is getting, applying suncream or covering yourself with clothes. It's not only the direct sun, but the reflection of stones and sea.

Wednesday, March 27
I don't force anybody to read my diary. Those who read it should enjoy it, those who do not like it should not read it. There is no other intention why I am writing than to put down what is coming to my mind - mostly shortly - and that is to share. I would be happy about every comment send to me by email.

Tuesday, March 26
My poor suitcase also arrived savely :-)

Friday, March 22
I've arrived in Gambia savely. The flight was alright, the check in procedure in Frankfurt had been a bit complicated. A young woman, obviously very busy, asked me to her desk, which was actually a drop off desk. She weighed my suitcase that she accepted. After she wanted to weigh my handluggage. It was too heavy. I Admittedly, I forgot to weigh it at home and while traveling it appeared to be quite heavy. But most of the time they don't weigh handluggages. This time I was the one to be controlled. Bad luck. She wanted me to put my additional kilos into my main suitcase. Finally my handluggage was empty and my suitcase almost collapsed. During the flight I talked to a group of people from Germany sitting next to me. I mentioned those check in complications and finally added that I wouldn't be surprised if my suitcase was not on the Baggage Pick up. And exactly that happened. I was the last one standing there like a lonely dog without suitcase. A very nice woman - Mrs. Sanneh like me - took my details and when she saw my name she remembered a fax sent from Frankfurt that stated my bag to be still in Frankfurt and to be send to Banjul on Tuesday 26th.

Sunday, March 17
From Wilkipedia: Prostitution is the practice or business of providing sexual services in return for payment. The person who receives payment for such sexual services is called a prostitute or sex worker, and the persons who receive such services are clients or punters. Both are known by a multitude of terms (mostly built in the gutter). Prostitution is one of the branches of the sex industry. The legal status of prostitution varies from country to country, from a punishable crime to being permissible but unregulated or to a regulated activity. Estimates place the annual revenue generated from the global prostitution industry to be over $100 billion. Prostitution is sometimes referred to as "the world's oldest profession". Prostitution occurs in a variety of forms. Brothels are establishments specifically dedicated to prostitution. In escort prostitution, the act may take place at the customer's residence or hotel room (referred to as out-call), or at the escort's residence or in a hotel room rented for the occasion by the escort (called in-call). Another form is street prostitution. Sex tourism refers to travelling, typically from developed to underdeveloped nations, to engage in sexual activity with prostitutes.

Saturday, March 16
Do on to others as you like others to do on to you. Okay... let's see...

Monday, March 11
At home - I pledge that before going to Gambia within twelve days I will not drink any alcohol. I hope I will make it.

Sunday, March 10
This evening I am in a bar round the corner just to have a glass of wine before eating. But then a drink and a drink and a drink and a drink, cigarette, cigarette, cigarette. Now I am the point that I can't leave any more. It is like I am stick to my bar stool and I begin to think how I will be able to leave in a way that people won't look strange at me. A coffee and a soft drink. Out of nothing somebody gives me a light and I feel a lot more respected. That makes leaving easier. There is somebody to whom I can say good bye.

Saturday, March 9
Damian Marley: Love is life changing.

Friday, March 8
International women's day-
I went over our history and brought some of his violation towards my self to light. I could do it without any further humilation, because I justified my sudden outburst of accusal with doing it on this very day.

Wednesday, March 6
Byung-Chul Han: Eros overcomes depression.

Sunday, March 3
Making mistakes can also be an attitude. Like elderly ladies letting fall something as they want to say I need your help. But not only ladies do so. I know certain people who like doing it as well. Their reason comes out of saying I am no good. Actually not too much different from elderly ladies, because them, the ladies, don't feel good because of their preceded age. Used to being criticised, when they were doing good, because other people got jealous of their powerful ambition, the attidude of provoking mistakes becomes a form of capitulating or abandoning. Like to say I have no chance, you are the boss. But, please, let us continue.

Saturday, March 2
Self-criticism is a compensatory qualitiy that prevents from being overwhelmed by too high spirits. Media like tv and internet tempt to spawn a shift in perception. The oversupply of louche programs and their miscellanous guiding principles lead to disorientation. People are getting more easily manipulated without scrutinizing those given terms of reference, because they are overloaded. When you are able to see and accept your mistakes you are more likely to empathise and act on the basis of an indigenous awareness.

Friday, March 1
I wish I were twenty years younger. A dream that never will fulfill.