Germany Woman

I met another woman from Germany today. Very strange because I connected with her right away and then later felt I somehow knew her from somewhere and then she says to me, at the end, at our departure, to write about "Butterflies and flowers". She told me to remember to stick to butterflies and flowers and to look this type of thing up on the computer. Made me think of only two people I know who would know what this means to me.

But I have some other things I want to look up since she and I talked, and it's not butterflies and flowers, but it's nothing serious either.

Believe me, I don't look up everything I want to look up, on this laptop, because first of all, the U.S. gov. gave it to me and that guy works for the Department of Defense and the CIA as a communications specialist. Hmmm. So, thanks for the laptop, but no, I'm not looking up all the shit I want to look up here.

Secondly, even if it was a brand new laptop, I wouldn't look stuff up online all the time anymore. It's too easy for anyone else in the world to check in on what you're doing. I actually look up very little online, on this laptop. About Diana, for example, I've only looked up general charity stuff and some photos. At first, I couldn't even look at her photos because I felt I was invading her privacy. But then I realized I have to understand her and see more what she's like, even if the public persona is different from the private one.

I would do more serious research in the library or with books or something. Like with Princess Di, I've learned more from books I think, than online, except for that interesting account by some check spy or wherever he was from, that was on his blog, adn the other interesting piece is the bit by the former MI5 guy who rreeeeeeeally got trashed by England and some in the U.S. and only found refuge in Russia.

The other thing I would like to do, someday, is help refugees in some way. How could I NOT be sympathetic? I have been a refugee myself and I'm interested in it all. I read "The Underground Railroad" by Harriet Beecher many, many, times when I was younger.