A Story by Simon Wimmer
 
My Story begins at the start of a road, long and dark and at the same time bright and short. I was walking, left leg forward, right leg forward, left leg forward, right leg forward,….
It felt like an endless journey through time.
Sometimes the ground was smooth and flat, sometimes rough and bumpy. I didn’t know what time it was, was it early in the morning and the sun was rising above me or was it the dark night, the moon shining at my skin. Sometimes I thought it was the wrong road but it still felt so right.
I continued walking…