Memories

Hi there, I want to share some thoughts with you and my french is so poor!!!
Thirty years ago, when my sister went to Rennes to study french (we are Germans) she copied a tape with the titel: Alan Stivell: A l´Olympia. (She never got it back!) a year later I bought the LP as I visited her. Thanks to the Internet and Amazon, I could buy the CD this year. Now it stands there among some other Stivell-CDs, and everytime I listen to that music and the words, which I hardly understand, it does something to my soul. I have sensual flashbacks to times and places where I definitly haven´t been in « this » life, although I was in Bretagne more than 20 times. I began to believe in rebirth. The strongest feeling of being back home I had two years ago in Carnac (where  bought « Parcours »).
And at the top of all I discovered last year, that I´m born on the same day as Alan, only 20 years later.
So for now my soul goes back to Bretagne while I´m sitting in rainy Netherlands… Back to Breizh.
Grüße/Groetjes
Ellen