Sinaida
Day 47 — on the train
Sinaida. Nickname: Sini — only used by those close to her. Susi's firstborn. I have known her since she was four years old.
Greek origin. Two meanings.
The first: shining one.
The second: she who knows.
She is eighteen. She sat on a stone wall outside Frankfurt (Oder) Bahnhof, beside me, with hot chocolate in her hands, crying. She had already read what I wrote to my children. She understood. She came anyway.
Her tears told me something I had not been able to tell myself.
Three children. One morning.
Sini — what is needed.
Mattheo — the courage.
Julika — the heart.
I sat on a train, watching the fields pass, and I asked myself: which wolf am I feeding?
I told Mattheo this morning: don't let your fear rule. Follow your heart.
There are things forming that I am not yet ready to name. What I can name is this — the white wolf has been hungry for a long time, and this morning three people fed him without knowing it.
Day 47 — Phase 7 — Word — Bladder — Onyx — Book of Job
Gut Nisdorf, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Baltic Coast
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