Bieri

After three nights of not much sleep and two days of walking around in Barcelona thinking back and forth, I finally can go back to Berlin.

I get up very early and leave to the airport, hoping I can change the flight to an earlier one. Of course I can’t. Everything is done online now. There is no earlier flight. So I walk around on the airport, trying to find places where I can nap.

Around noon I find a yard with weird pillars in the middle that give shadows. It’s a smokers area. I pick one pillar, sit there and smoke. I am caught in a very dark thought spiral. I am thinking, okay, you are crazy. You have a psychosis. You have all signs of love madness. Your sister warned you. This is how a psychosis start. You believe that some famous person or let’s say a well-known person is doing things just for you. But they cannot tell you because there are reasons. The reasons are unknown, but there must be something. I made up a whole story and embarrassed myself. So while I sit there and think about how I am gonna call mental health service first thing next morning, a guy sits down to the pillar next to mine.

On his arm is a huge tattoo of the sign of taurus. ♉

“Oh hell no, not another taurus. That’s the last thing I need today.” I think.

He starts talking to me and says: “You have Aquarius in your chart and you look like you were just left by somebody.”

I answer: ” Well, actually I have a lot of Aquarius. My moon is in Aquarius sextile to Uranus in Sag and they build a yod with my sun in the house of Aquarius. And yes, I kinda was just left by somebody or let’s say things are very weird. I went all by myself to Barcelona because I thought there is a Taurus man who would like to meet me but turns out he didn’t. And now I am sitting here and asking myself what the fuck am I doing here?”

What follows are two hours filled with chatting about astrology, life, love and everything and a lot of laughter. He tells me, he just left a Taurus woman after 15 years and now he’s gonna walk a part of Camino de Santiago as a start of his new life. I notice that he’s not drinking orange juice. He was having a good time by himself with the help of Wodka-O. I join with a beer and after some more chatting he takes me to the VIP lounge for which he bought a ticket and smuggles me in by telling everyone I am his wife. He takes care of me with more Wodka-O and snacks and more laughter.

That man literally made my day. We are sad to leave, change phone numbers and I enter the plane with a big smile. His last name: Bieri.