In a kind of kamikaze action we drove 650 km on friday night from Berlin to Rottach-Egern south of Munich to take part in a vertigo class. I highly recommend the useful lessons from our trainer Heike, who was a Höhenängstler (someone who has Vertigo) herself once, which makes her very credible.
Vertigo is not gone after two days but at least I know what is happening inside of me and what I do right or wrong in the moment of truth. The rest is training she says. And in fact: My confidence concerning the abyss has already increased slightly.
All the stress is forgotten when I’m standing on the top of a mountain and see the snow covered mountain tops of the near Austrian alps.
Short sunshine in Fincken: At the Bear Park in Stuer they rescue Bears from zoos and circuses and let them live in a vast and nearly natural environment: Der Herbst der Einsamen Der dunkle Herbst kehrt ein voll Frucht und Fülle. Vergilbter Glanz von schönen Sommertagen. Ein reines Blau tritt aus verfallner Hülle; Der […]
May I introduce you to the lake on which I wore ice-skates for the first time of my life? Where I rowed in a wooden boat with my dad? Where my grandpa taught me the dangers of thin ice? Where one summer morning, after a party night out, while starring at the sunrise with my best friend Silvi, we met this guy with an axe who told us that he comes to the forest when he feels the urge to kick some trees asses?
Today it looked peaceful and serene and nobody would ever suppose that this lake has seen all this stories.
Location: Hollersee – Hollerbach – Buchen / Distance: 8 km / Weather: 1 °C, foggy and cold
“Die transsibirische Eisenbahn fährt nicht durch Mörschenhardt” (Andreas Balles, 1990)
This was my first thought when I arrived in this very small village called Mörschenhardt not far away from my hometown in Southern Germany.
In 1990, a former classmate wrote this sentence while imitating Günther Eich, a famous German poet. He – the classmate – became a poet later on – at least he wrote a poetry book.
And there is so much more in this sentence. There are quite a lot of villages where there is, metaphorically speaking, nothing like the Trans-Siberian Railroad. And sometimes this is a great advantage.
Location: Mörschenhardt, Klinge, Ernsttal, Schloss Waldleinigen, (from there we hitch-hiked to Schloßau) – Schloßau – Mörschenhardt / Distance: 12 km / Weather: 2 °C, cloudy & freezing
While we crossed the dark underbrush with its huge rock walls and its exagerated green and steaming mossy grounds I thought about what left of “Deutsche Sagen” (German Myths) that I read at primary school. I pictured dragons, elves and fauns and the landscape is totally stimulating this kind of thoughts.
I love mountains but I don’t like abysses so much. In fact I suffer from fear of heights. We had some challenges today and the path along the ridge of Schrammsteine wasn’t made for us. We have been brave enough to turn around and continue to enjoy our hike instead of being threatened by it.