a rambling hodgepodge of arbitrary records and myriad thoughts on my life in Munich. -- I'm a former residence of A̶̶d̶̶e̶̶l̶̶a̶̶i̶̶d̶̶e̶, ̶ A̶̶m̶̶s̶̶t̶̶e̶̶r̶̶d̶̶a̶̶m̶, ̶B̶̶r̶̶u̶̶s̶̶s̶̶e̶̶l̶̶s̶, L̶̶o̶̶n̶̶d̶̶o̶̶n̶, ̶W̶̶e̶̶l̶̶l̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶̶t̶̶o̶̶n̶, ̶P̶̶a̶̶r̶̶i̶̶s̶, ̶T̶̶o̶̶k̶̶y̶̶o̶, J̶̶a̶̶k̶̶a̶̶r̶̶t̶̶a̶, ̶S̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶̶a̶̶p̶̶o̶̶r̶̶e̶, ̶S̶̶h̶̶a̶̶n̶̶g̶̶h̶̶a̶̶i̶, who recently move halfway across the globe to Munich. • See my other persona designsansfrontieres •

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Aug 7, 2012
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I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it’s wrath.

I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death…is in my wings.

—
Gordon Boshell, written after watching Battle of Britain dogfights from the streets of London. 

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