"Freedom, Freedom is the best of life"

On Saturday afternoon I arrived in a taxi at the Schulerheim with my 2 suitcases, one rather dilapidated, the other less so. It was a fearless farewell, and I am glad, glad, the affair is over, and I know now it was right to come here; after much doubt it was right, and I am happy + god be thanked I still have my friends in the HorianigaBe. But freedom, freedom, is the best of life. I love this life of freedom (My English is somewhat corrupt owing to the influence of the German language), but I live, I live.