St. James Way

22nd Hiking Day

On the way from Marsolan to Condome. I'm still walking around here. Without a goal. I don't even know why I even want to go to Santiago. But I won't give up either. The thought is rather not existent at all. There are different degrees of "shitty" and it's not that shitty yet. Just like the rain. You get to know the different gradations. Today it poured for hours. But not like a flash flood. The inside of my shoes stayed dry and the surface was muddy, but not dangerous. It looked different a few days ago. The »soup« was in your shoes and you were already pondering what the French word for "newspaper" was. In the evening you had to stuff the boots (ideally twice). And the underground was just dangerous when climbing up and down. A centimetre thick layer of mud settles on the sole. Zero grip and you carry two more kilos of mud with you. This afternoon I had my »Prinzenrolle« (sandwich cookies). Same procedure as every year. Separate the top biscuit and then scrape off the chocolate filling with your front teeth so that you only have chocolate in your mouth. Apart from that I like the French book so much that I want to buy Part 2 in Condome. Brainfood for Spain. Whenever I'm not in a good mood, I hold up my hands and do the Mickey Mouse greeting. Makes me happy every time. Well, I'll just walk on for now. Probably my expectations of this walk were huge. A lot has to come together. Maybe in the end it will just be a grip in the toilet. Then it's time to wipe your mouth and carry on. What the hell do I know?

So I put it this way: if anyone was to be my best man at my wedding, it would be my brother.

Everything works out. Maybe not exactly how I want it to be. But something will always happen.

I'll get through whatever comes. May heat, rain or snow be waiting for me. Wind or calm. Alone or together. With anger or with sadness. With joy, with hopelessness, with sadness, with friends, with strangers. I will stop everything that comes in my way. I'll light up the sky and darken the stars. I will move mountains and make the trees grow. I will withstand anything and everyone. Even despair. Throw everything you have at my feet, God. Let me eat hard bread, suffer thirst and despair. Shout everything at me and make me repent for everything I have done. And I tell you: I will reach Santiago even if nothing is waiting for me there. I will walk this path and cross every height and every depth. I will not give up. With or without your help. And if I crawl on all fours, I'll go that route. I still have overcome everything and I will not stop here.