We stopped on the path, near the canal, our preferred running lane in Faust's metropolis, under the chestnut trees. The air was already much cooler, prelude to the cold wind that soon would blow from the plains of Poland and beyond. "You're getting too good for me," I said, nearly out of breath, with the … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Oil, Meet Water
Landwehr canal
#FiveSentenceFiction: Hunger
In memory of Rosa Luxemburg, assassinated by proto-nazis in Berlin, on 15 January 1919. She's here, standing still on this bridge, over the canal I know so well: I am surprised she accepted the invite. Her creator's description of her is so true: the curves of a goddess, the raven hair, the icy grey pupils, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Hunger
Brandenburg and her capital: #longing
I dream of the city, as it was, long before Frederick, not the capital of a respected and feared kingdom, with a formidable army, but the main settlement of a peaceful people, in the midst of lakes and thick forests, surrounded by wilderness. Then came the long war, the uninterrupted banditry, the destructions, the killing … Continue reading Brandenburg and her capital: #longing
