Cartagena,

wanted to have a bit of peace and quiet to give me some thoughts, went to Cartagena, I already knew, you can hike well, is clear and has history and is quite photogenic. So far so good. The arrival by train worked quite well, change in Murica was a little bit stressful, because I had to change the station, from long-distance to local. Well, it was only stressful because I did not know the way, but actually everything was well signposted. And a super nice lady from the Spanish Railways helped me too. She literally took me by the hand and led me to my track. The train itself was more of the kind of soul seller, instead of air conditioning ran the heater, that was really warm. But that I noticed here anyway, as a Germanic who recently still at -10 ° C happily cycled, the 20 ° C outside temperature is enough for me. In the hotels, the heating is mostly on 25 ° C and warmer. That is warm, too warm for me, so first heating off (if it goes) and windows open. It was similar here when I arrived in Cartagena. No matter, I just threw my bag in the room anyway and was already on the road again. To explore the old town again. Before still in the bar around the corner still 2 espresso double. Had the whole day nothing eaten and that made itself then immediately noticeable as I explored the castle. Panic attack while walking up, especially when I stood on the freestanding elevator. Altitude, grating below me, strong wind that made the whole structure sway and accelerated pulse from coffee and running up, aided by an empty stomach, nice combination. Terrible, the feeling. So first a few nuts from the vending machine and a bottle of water and the attack as well as the feeling to die immediately was gone. It can be that simple. So then further explore the harbor, sunset photos and in the evening back to the hotel. That's how it went the other two days. In the morning out, first espresso double in the bar around the corner, then in the city what look at and around noon out on the mountain. The way on 31 December I already knew, approximately I knew where I wanted to photograph the sunset and did that. Very great pictures. Have also briefly with my wife on the phone, only to learn what a sh** man I am. Nothing new, I had to listen to the last 14 years. Instead of giving it the necessary thought, I let my book go on, very relaxing. She is right. Then the sunset started, really very beautiful. In the dark then back, quite a few kilometers over stick and stone, right it went directly down a small cliff into the sea. Beautiful! Hardly arrived in the city again landed in the middle of a bunch of drunks. The whole old town was full of partying. Yeaaaahhh. Squeeze through, past cigarettes, drunks, be grabbed here, touched there. Phew, the main thing through. Somehow I managed, but had my desire for people and crowd rather minimized, so still a supermarket searched, stocked up and then in the evening the photos worked up. Before midnight I slept, so I like the turn of the year. Here also no one bangs, very pleasant. In the meantime, at least my head cinema is off, but as I had to find out, it is now working in the subconscious, woke up in a dream in the morning. Well, welcome back to work, I have to come up with something, once again. I'm not alone with the shit, in Germany you can not work without making life difficult for others. Since one must necessarily rann, convey serenity. It worked at some of my last jobs, I acted as a buffer between the bosses and the employees, was allowed to take all the sh** and buffer it away (and it was really intense, personal hostility, bullying and all that stuff, crying and pure egoism ("My doctoral thesis is more important than your health" (subject Corona and laboratory occupancy)) just keep going, smile, do not pass on), was always extremely productive. As you can hear (and also prove with numbers) not only the level but also the productivity always declined rapidly after my departure. And clearly who was to blame each time. So this time I have to do it similarly, with buffering and working away a lot without complaining, that's the only way it works. From my bosses I always got such hidden compliments as that the employees function like a beautifully self-organizing system, it would all work so silently. I still laugh about it today, I heard the slap every time after my departure, when it fell on their feet. Every single time. In addition to the advertised non-functioning projects and the ignorance of their own equipment coupled with ignorance and false self-confidence and the ability to believe his own babble, the employees, of course, under the precise guidance of superiors, have always organized themselves very well. Sure, sure. Oh wonderful, I always knew then that I was leaving (temporary contracts). So enough of that. Yesterday I ran again a route I do not know, again up a mountain, and lo and behold, the higher I got, the more the panic rose high, that's always the case when I do not know the way, especially bad here it is, because by the height can be seen in the field and no forest restricts the visibility. In addition, the paths I wanted to run were rather trails along a cliff, 250 meters above sea level. The other was a dead end. My heart was racing, my head was bursting, breathing was hard. So well turn around, descend 50 meters in altitude, walk another way. Suddenly the panic attack was over and I felt great again, 5 meters walked. All clear. It's really nice here in Cartagena, the nature is great, the weather is great, the view is great, the city is beautiful. In the evening then the usual game, first search position, this time "broken" into an old defense facility, as one of 50ig people, search position, read book and wait. Worked wonderfully again. So now I have to quickly pack, shower and get ready, my train leaves in 2 hours, in this sense, have a nice day.