The Airportline: Observations

The cold I was fearing would come, came. I currently surround myself with Extra soft Handkerchiefs in small piles on the floor and in my bed. Outside the sun is shining on the people who are enjoying the public holiday. I took a walk to Albert Hein, with my red eyes slowly blinking under my sunglasses. And there were people in parks and on boats, smiling towards the sun. And I felt that it was all a big waste, until I went home, made some tea, had some chocolate and saw the movie Harold and Maude.

A movie that I'm not sure I can describe right now, fifteen minutes after the end credits put an end to something so different. A love story and a celebration of life, of living, has never been told in this way. A movie that combines dark slap stick humor with a love story between two unique characters, and there are existential questions being asked, but in such a lighthearted and honest way that it never becomes pretentious. It's a movie that manages to be both hilarious and very sad, and its all wrapped around some of Cat Stevens best songs. You need to see this movie, maybe with your grandfather, or your girlfriend, or your mother, or by yourself, and if you don't see life as being a little bit more beautiful afterwards I feel sorry for you. I'll blow my nose on call it a night.