Thursday photo prompt I was in my last university year, preparing for a master in German Literature and History. Beside my academic work I enjoyed exploring the country, once called eastern Germany - Ostdeutschland sounded so much better - on my bike. At weekends I used to cover long distances, on the wonderful cycling tracks, … Continue reading Harbinger #writephoto
In the past two weeks my writing output (I did not want to say "literary") was badly affected by the collapse of my old Mac, bought in 2009. This was the tool for my writing before and after a first (disk) failure, back in 2018. I was then lucky enough to find a local expert … Continue reading Of a broken box and a small town
Onward We stop at the top of the small hill, and look down at the road meandering away from us. The bikes lie on the short grass, next to tall poles that remind us that, here, the snow can erase everything, and level the landscape, but we are too early for it. The air … Continue reading Onward #writephoto
Inspired by The Secret Keeper Prompt, May 22nd We receive the gift of the long days, A wealth of light and its reflection on the lake, Away the dread of winter, Pollen dust settling on the bikes, Coloring red the elongated shadows On the sand of our world: Words with a view...
Maybe one day we will miss the fog, the infernal traffic, the idiotic media, the inept politics... Of course, you might say it's the same over there. I smile. It can't be, and even if it were I long for the new, not the old. We want to ride through the tree-lined streets, in … Continue reading Longing #exit #City
I ride to Gendarmenmarkt, and stop, leaning on my bike in front of the Französischer Dom.You are there, talking to a friend; I stay silent, just watching, petrified lest I break that instant.But you see me, smile: la beauté du diable...We stay for a few minutes, chatting.An old man sells bubbles bottles to the children, … Continue reading #Confession ~ #Bergmannkiez
It was a cold day, the small airfield was deserted. We talked about our trip, our flight to freedom and safety. Your smile - the Marilyn smile as we used to say - was all over the landscape, our craft, the long landing strip... and the old bike, near the shed, in the corner. We … Continue reading #VisDare 51: Carefree #WritersWednesday
We have been confined to short jogging through paddles and mud, and to the gym, since November. The atrocious weather that plagued these isles during that time was not conducive to riding! Today, at long last, I gathered the momentum to dust the old Marin, check the chain, inflate the tires, and find the bits … Continue reading Start of the Spring #Ride