Some words start to flow in the middle of the night, memories from places and names soon fading away in the waste of forget ness.
Camping Holiday Hapiness after a shower
| My soul - or what part of mine ever - can't simply connect in cyberspace on a
holiday voyage to the fantasy world of Ramarshi or other divine ambassadors of
truth. 2000 Kilometres and more the immense beauty and little adventures pass by
at daytime. How can my poor English, my little fingers on a tiny palmtop
describe God's gigantic creation at night? Some words start to flow in the middle of the night, memories from places and names soon fading away in the waste of forget ness. |
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Our journey from Munich, two weeks ago started at the lake Constance, where we visited Ramarshi's guest friendly home. This region is one of the most beautiful parts of our German country. But wherever I have been, I started to love Germany and Germans and understood people and history deeper and better.
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To share facts of my live: four women, my company longer than the last 20 years came from beautiful parts of Germany: - the fantastic town Aachen, - the little village at northern sea - Jever, one of the best beer brewery towns - Idar Oberstein, the jewel near river Rhine, and now - Mimamai from Bamberg, a world cultural heritage. At Lake Constance somehow a birth of a modern European civilisation can be felt: Island of Mainau, trees full of apples and nuts, soft hills with wine fruits, vegetables, honey and fish in the lake. The Country around the Lake of Constance reminds on paradise. Paradise gives freedom to fantasize, like the words right now fantasize at the seaside, east from Marseille, near the beach on a camping place in a little tourist town ''Le Lavandou''. |
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From Freiburg to Avignon
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Towns and impressions flow by like precious sips of old red Wine: At the border to French the last German town Freiburg after the last summer bath in the Black Forest cold Lake ''Titisee''. How humans can bow down to the grace of existence, the tremendous value of being alive in a sane body to use all this richness? The swim in the cold lake, the sweating walks in the heat of a town, where many bicycles move around, girls show their bodies in short summer dresses, old churches and castles impress with their hundreds, thousands years of politics to repress, what never can be repressed: love. |
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 Mimamai prepares breakfast |
Love is all. Love remembered me on my Grand Father and my Grand Mother, when we visited the Zeppelin Museum in Friedrichshafen. An impressive old technology to cross the Ocean in an air ship. My Grandfather has travelled from Friedrichshaven by Zeppelin to Rio de Janeiro. And these twenty days and nights my little woman Mimamai travels with me in her 10 years old VW-T4 Transporter, her candle Christmas market car, all the long, lovely way down to France, up to the South in the Sun.
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From Freiburg it has been a hard travel through the heat of one of last
summer days. Always the sun on her drivers side, the temperature in the old
Diesel Car went over 36 Degrees Celsius. My woman looses her nerves and she
complains, to stop us for a night: ''That are no working conditions at all here
to drive! Even my work in Munich is not as hard as this!'' |
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Sur le Pont d'Avignon |
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My
82 years old Mom
