This night we find next to the beach another three star camping place. It is a very warm night, more than 20 degrees Celsius, and the voyage story is quickly written in two hours with some sips of wine from Nimes.
A cricket's song companies these word works, the sound of the moving trees by the wind and of the waves from the sea nearby.E-Mail connections fade away, far away nearly 2000 Kilometres from Munich, our home. All my and others judgements are nothing but funny entertainments in the real life on the streets. People from Greece, who came to South of France more than 2000 years ago, from Rom, Emperors like Caesar, the flowering and destructions of towns, the black plagues in Marseille not long ago, killing half of the population, only 50.000 are left, and now are Millions around. And at the sea comes a phone call, that a young friend of mine, Bernhard, has killed himself like his brother Wolfhard at his age of 41 years by alcohol. Life continues - no matter, who dies or how many.
These politic news from the radio sound strange, the war in Iraq, the Bush-Blair power connection under pressure of protesting people, all this light-years ahead from any touch of mine, or my Mimamai or do you, dear reader, have any chance, to change this world to a better place?
Le Levandou
This night we find next to the beach another three star camping place.
