becoming a vegetarian has been no sweat at all. Meat was easier to give up than I would have thought. But dairy products are practically impossible, since in my country there are virtually no substitutes. Even soy milk (or soy anything for that matter) is hard to find, even though I find that more and more people are giving up animal products.
Now I’m going to move to Germany, so I’m hoping I’ll have no problems finding nice fake cheese and ice cream there! By the way, if there’s anyone out there who lives in Germany and is a vegan, I would really really appreciate some advice and a few pointers!!
All I can say is that it’s just so deeply satisfying to finish a delicious meal knowing in your heart that you haven’t caused any suffering to any animal…! It’s a feeling of peace which you won’t be able to give up.
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Trust, To Wish Impossible Things, Treasure, The Reason, Like A Stone, I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues… There are a hundred songs that take me back to those long months of waiting in vain for someone who never had the courage to love me.
But there are others, those that really have become part of the soundtrack of my life. The Promise, Hold Me Now, If You Leave… the songs he used to listen to when he was a lonely, unhappy teenager, growing up in Washington DC. Songs like those are to him what Fascination Street is to me…
For some reason, I like that sort of music very much. Whenever I knew I’d see him, I’d bring something I was sure he’d recognise, and he always did. He would get so happy, so excited to hear the familiar melody of some song he hadn’t heard in years, that took him straight back to the way he felt back then, to his afternoons dancing alone in his bedroom, his long, long walks, and the intensity of his isolation. He told me stories of those fierce years, and he felt I could understand him. And I felt that way too.
...Even now, when I close my eyes to sleep, the last thing I see before me is your beautiful face, the pained look on your face, your absolute, heartbreaking helplessness, my poor lost love… that lifelong trouble of your brow.
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