A good and a bad memory

A very short post, to which I was inspired when I went through my photo albums again after a long time.



This was about 6 years ago. I was one year before university. I remember having had a very careless, wonderful life, free of all the stress I have to deal with at the moment. Next to me is Regula, who was my girlfriend then and is still a very good friend of me.



Well, I wasn't as depressed as I look in the picture at the time it was taken. Still, this is a bad memory, for one obvious reason: the hair. Well, I was really still a teenager then, 16, stupid and a big idiot. Well, that's a story for some other time ...