back through the rabbit´s hole.

since being home from paris and doing a miniature trip to my former home freiburg I don´t feel like partaking of anything but milky coffee, strawberries and wine. now, that could be a diet.

maybe it is because I was pulled into this strange wonderland in france..

oh my ears and whiskers, how late it´s getting!

A cat may look at a king. I've read that in some book, but I don't remember where.

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where --" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't much matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"--- so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if only you walk long enough."

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

`Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.

"Have some wine," the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.
"I don't see any wine," she remarked.
"There isn't any," said the March Hare.
"Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it," said Alice angrily.
"It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited," said the March Hare.

"Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on.
"I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least - at least I mean what I say -- that's the same thing, you know."
"Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. "Why, you might just as well say that, 'I see what I eat' is the same as 'I eat what I see'!"

and so, before things were all getting out of hand, I left the whimsical land with all its excentric characters and almost-to-be-there-wine.
but I am planning to come back.
see, we´re all made here..