The hardest time of the Year

Christmass market in Bamberg. Since 15 years Mimamai works these four weeks before Christmas in her four to two and a half metres little market hut. She sells her self made candles, toys, incense: light and play. 

Before she moved to Munich, to live with me, she had an cheap flat in Bamberg. The last seven years she worked in summer in the public bath. This year she had lost her job.

Now this Christmas Market is important, to earn her money. The prices are high: her trailer for the her wooden Christmas Market hut was renewed: 550 Euro. The rent for a tiny, cold and not comfortable holiday apartment is 440 Euro. She starts the sales in her Market hut at 9.00 a.m. and closes her shop at 8.00 p.m. 


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her trailer for the her wooden Christmas Market hut was renewed: 550 Euro

In the morning she needs to bring merchandise from her garage to the market. She balances these parcels on her bicycle.

A student woman helps her on week end and two hours during lunch time, that Mima can rest. On week end I drive one way 250 Kilometres high way, to help my Mimamai during these hard cold working weeks.

The competition is stronger each year. She has to pay more for her merchandise, customers pay less. Candles and children toys come from China, little light houses from Lithuania, East Europe. Mima's business is harder each year, and we are older too.

In the beginning of our love Mimamai took me in her life in an admiring unconditional surrender. Vice versa she is growing into my life, that it's hard for me, to miss her a week in Munich. We are used to each other in such a perfect, wish fulfilling way. We know, what the other one thinks, she knows my fears, trembles and anxieties. She gives her warmth, her shelter, her intuitive guidance.



She gives her warmth, her shelter, her intuitive guidance.
My help supports her, where ever I can. Man and woman, woman and man - together like two legs, two arms, two eyes in one body.

Before Mima's time I liked Blonde jokes very much and told them everywhere. With Mima these jokes are alive and present nearly each moment. She changed my laughter into a smiling support. When she's not around, I feel something missing. Life looses security and joy. She resides as queen in my little life, and without her guidance light my days are darker.

For these simple reason I'm around in any way to help. We load the trailer with her wooden market hut. We have to build up her hut on Monday on the best place in Bamberg, in front of the City Hall.

Thousands of people in Germany are loosing their jobs these days. The unemployed ones have not much money for Christmas presents.

The first night in this holiday apartment is cold with insufficient heater. Beds, bath, kitchen aren't comfortable. That are our hardest week of the year.



The first night in this holiday apartment is cold ...
Woman and man have to stand together in deepest harmony, to get best results. Mimamai fights hard for her money. Her success is mine too. The Monday morning starts at 4.30 a.m., a time to early for breakfast.

Rain and snow mix in this foggy November week end, called ''Death-Sunday''. Mimamai and most of her friends, who help to build up her hut, and most people on the Christmas market are not the intellectuals with internet connections.

My body needs to change energy: The warm office seat with dreaming hours is different. Mimamai trains us with walking hours in the snow falling country side. We wander around a Chapel and a Castle from the 13th Century. Bamberg and the country side around present one of the best parts of ancient Germany for my taste.

These little adventures give lust for life. The body is hungry. Food and beer are marvellous, and Mima's father invites us generous. 



Rain and snow mix in this foggy November week end, 
called ''Death-Sunday''. 

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