i'm coming home.

that's what they wanted to hear and it's what i feared the most. home? where is home? what is home? it's not the country i've left 7 month ago and it's not the countries i leave behind as well. where do i belong? that's my personel dillema still. it is as uncertain as it was never before. i can't answer it nor can i define something. my home is not a place for sure. it's what i am and all i used to be. it is more a feeling, a situation you define. a defining moment - you define it or the moment ends up defining you. is it a dream i leave behind? i guess so. it is a dream. it is an endless dream. it is an endless dreamed miracle of freedom, purity and of being one - being yourself. it is the dream of life. my dreams are my home. they're too young, too innocent and too hollow to even speak about them. is there any hope left, a little piece of confidence and trust? i don't know it - i cannot know it and i don't wanna know it as i may fear the answer. i remember when i came. i listened and learned honesty and life but it seems so far away now...

every traveller who ventures across oceans to distant lands is a potential explorer; in my breast burns the same fire that urged adventurers of old to set forth in their sailing-ships for foreign lands. it is raining again. i am in the airport of sydney and it's raining again. i ask myself once again: 'where did all the time go?' it's gone, it's gone forever and nobody can ever give it back to you. that is the one and only thing one can be aware of. everything else ist sand, dirt and dust - everything else can fade away from one second to another without you knowing a reason for it. that gives you confidence and trust (it should!). find it out by yourself what you expect of it. whatever you wanna do - do it. there's one single chance for everything. it's as simple as that! it's all up to you!

i wake up, it's still sydney... airport...do i walk? do i have my feet still? am i unconcious? i raise my eyes, i let them move round, and i turn myself with them, one circle, one circle of hope, and i stand in the midst. all is as usual. only the young boy frank juergen hofmann turned 23. only the old boy frank juergen hofmann won his dreams back. he won his dreams back while he was asleep and he won his dreams back while he was awake. he won his dreams back on purpose - i won my dreams back on purpose cause i cannot give'em up. i am not lost, i am right here and i shout it out loud in every single face. here am i, sitting alone in the airport. and somewhere my friends are sitting. in company or alone as well. anyway i hope so! isn't it enouph to drive you nuts? the last thoughts on mainland australia are thought and i'll keep them. the last words on mainland australia are spoken, i'll remember them. then i am very quiet. let the month and years come, they cannot trouble me and they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more.

see you all soon...