Last week on a long-haul flight coming back to Europe from the US, I sat next to an elderly German woman with big red hair who from our minimal interactions made it quite clear that she did not speak English. Soon after take off, she turned to me (I was in the window) with a look of absolute distress on her face (probably from being in the middle seat of a packed airplane on an 11-hour flight, so many things are truly not fair in life and the middle seat is absolutely one of them) as she pointed to the screen and started tapping desperately with the tip of her (also red!) long painted fingernail repeating the word “Musik? Musik?” louder and louder as her chin wiggled from side to side making her matching long coral drop earrings shake in a way that added to the sense of urgency.
Once again, you have hit my inbox with the exact topic that I needed ❤️🩹 this week I cried like never before and I hit a dark rock bottom, since that moment life has done nothing but show me light, this post being exactly that: light. Every post you share feels like so much more than words on a screen. Thank you ☁️
Once again, you have hit my inbox with the exact topic that I needed ❤️🩹 this week I cried like never before and I hit a dark rock bottom, since that moment life has done nothing but show me light, this post being exactly that: light. Every post you share feels like so much more than words on a screen. Thank you ☁️
This is the most painfully hopeful piece of writing ✍️ thanks