there's been in my life meanwhile three black women who became dear friends to me 2 of them my best friends ever I avoid to talk about personal things about my friends that's just private - but I just want to mention some small thing they had in common:
a) they often gave me food or invited me to meals so they really cared about my physical needs
b) I got t-shirts means all 3 of them gave me t-shirts coming from Hawaii, London, Vanuatu, Ghana & Nuremberg I really like to wear those shirts & hope they will never decay..
c) my best friend Chantal from Cameroun, which meanwhile expatriated to Australia (which made me very sad for a long time) gave me as parting present an excellent, expensive, black, 'original leather' rucksack with fine wild leather, just the right amount of little pockets on it to make it my favourite bag for long long years, - I was really proud of it & quite comfortable with it -
but after meanwhile 4 years of daily use all the leashes & laces & closures of it got broke or rotten so obvisiously that more & more often I heard people say, I should let mend it I should give it to a cobbler to fix it.
.. but I loved that rucksack so much, that I'd never had given it up it looked meanwhile somehow shabby, but it was still very comfortable & usefull. - why should ever in my life give it up?
so last christmas my new, but not next, friend - coming from French Guyana, living now in my neighbourhood gave me a parcel which revealed after unwrapping another quite new black leather rucksack (must have been expensive) apparently she couldn't stand it anymore, seeing me walking around with that old bag with those rotten leather straps.
As much as loved her present, I only hesitatingly got my things from my old one into the new one. - In fact the old one was a bit bigger, a bit more comfortable with it's sidebacks I would have used him until it would have fallen to pieces.
Well I really love my new black rucksack meanwhile even if it's hard to find things in the very narrow sidebags.
But also just to mention black women tend to give me t-shirts & black rucksacks it seems to be a rule somehow.
Well tonight I really dreamt of that black rucksack: I was sitting in a train about starting to go I knew that some friends were on the next waggon in front of mine so left my black rucksack (which I was even carrying in that dream) on my seat & went for a minute to those friends just to say 'hi' to them I went back to my seat & was shocked, because my rucksack was gone someone must have stolen it the train was already driving, so the rucksack could only be somwhere inside the train I walked to the front & end of the train through all waggons, looking suspiciously on every passengers baggage to find my bag - but couldn't find it. I had a deep feeling of loss of all the precious important things that were inside my bag, which seemed to be lost now forever..
just that moment I woke up from early morning's sleep, somehow relieved that it was only a dream & hadn't lost my precious black rucksack at all but while I slept on some minutes later, I found my self in the same dream as before (to be continued..) - I was still in that train, searching for my black rucksack this time the waggons seemed to be much more than before, so much cabins with passengers to search.. I suspected everybody who had some larger baggage to have my stolen rucksack there inside & so informed the conductor of that train to search those suspicious baggage I also got aware, that for a short time after I left my seat, the train was still in the station so it could also be possible that a thief quickly entered the train, grabbed my bag & left the train again, seconds before it left.. - yes the bad habit of thinking about all different kinds of possibilities doesn't even leave me in my dreams.
well finallly I didn't find my black rucksack anymore even in the sequel - & gladly survived my annoyance about that loss by waking up again..
I really hope, that there aren't further sequels on dream-online prepared for me..
