hello world
my name is castile and this is my very first blogfest
my world is small and exists of me and my very closest friends and relatives and of course my work
is it really work though
or a vocation ?
so what is it i want to tell you ?
good question, i will throw a few ideas at you and let you make up your minds yourselves
so here we go - strap yourself in and we will see how you get on ...............................
part one
it is still difficult to remember exactly how i got there. I remember waking up and feeling hot and looking out of the window and seeing nothing but rain - grey and constant.
The next thing was waiting for the train and trying as hard as possible to appear as if i wasn't really checking everyone else out.
But of course i was ..............
The guy at the end of the platform was looking at his paper a little too often and i got that feeling, you remember that feeling, the one where you know exactly that the next thing you do might be the last.
And then - he looked at me you know the look and I started to run, just as the train was pulling into the station and i ran and ran and ran.