Bavarian natives like Ali call people like me, who come from Northern parts of our country: ''pig prussians'',. Nevertheless my heart feels at home in Bavaria.
Now the Old Bavarian Lion falls a bit apart. Time to look back.
In Mimamai's hand and shelter
In soft and calm easy
week ends my body tries to recover. How many hours on the roads, how many
little voyages last year? All these enterprises summ up to 25.000
Kilometers in Nobydick plus 15.000 Kilometers in my Red little Gold Fish,
the VW-Golf, one time around the earth in one year only!
Slowly my body falls back. My fantasy glues words with pictures, happy
to travel around the world with the ones, who enjoy to share.
Everybody sits alone on his desktop. Isn't it joy, to watch new windows
pop up with messages from a part of the world, not so easy to visit?
Even when friends are gone or go again and again like Veet Tom, who
answered my questions from Friday so simple: he left. Stories continue,
life goes on.
In the early Sunday evening right now thunder rolls over the dark clouded
sky. And the growing green grass of the garden in front of my windows
waits willing for rain drops to fall.
Back a few hours into this beautiful Sunday: Mima and I visit the West
Park. People celebrate there the Buddhist Full Moon Feast in the
middle of Munich.
