I have left so much blood on the tracks in Munich, all right. Munich is awash with my blood

I have left so much blood on the tracks in Munich, all right. Munich is awash with my blood. I am choking on it. On my last night I came out of my hotel at 9PM to find it had started snowing. My fate was sealed. From the doorway of the White Coffin I watched the snow continuing to fall all night. I stood mesmerised by it. I cannot remember the last time I’ve seen snow falling. Snow is normally only ever something I open the bedroom curtains in the morning to find covering the garden. I have never I think been out & about in an actual snowstorm. Thrilled, enervated, dangerously sensitised, I renewed my tryst with Patricia only to learn that her friend was in love with me. Devastated, shocked, blown away, I started drinking, having at that point only been holding a cup of coke in my hands. I left soon afterwards, out into the still falling snow, now thick and deep and beautiful underfoot. I went in another club, then The Three Cats, where I met Emily, and lost myself. When I emerged it was after 3, the snow was ever deeper, and falling ever more heavily. I walked in as big a circle as I could find to get back to my hotel. The night manager knew nothing of the snow, even though it had been falling without stop for 7 hours, and was shocked when I pointed it out to him, and left him rushing to the front door to look at it. The walk back to the hotel through the snow will always rank as one of the most beautiful epiphanic moments of my life. This is what I travel for. Still shaking from what Patricia had told me, and what I had just shared with the Romanian, the snow lifted my feelings onto a whole different plane where they have never been before.