reviving medieval times.

on monday we headed to oberwesel to have a look at the medieval spectacle that takes place here every two years. they close down the inner city just for this. everything that looks kind of modern is covered with blankets and flags. and it's like you're trapped in the middle of a medieval market day, unless you proceed to ignore the modern looking visitors. i love these kind of events so much. i know that the dark ages weren't exactly rosy, but still, i can't help to feel a deep love for this era.

procession.

the tent of the unfortune-teller.

happy grandma stitching.

forging.

cute dog with pony tail.

the knight's inn.

i loved these wooden lamps!

a huge piece of blue glass.

candles in the making.

a beautiful place to rest.

musicians.

walking on hay.

stilt walker and hand reader.

the falcons and owls were so precious!

cloudbusting! it was very hot that day and we were very thankful of every cloud!

and furunkulus playing! they're a rather well known medieval band on markets like these.

old man dancing.

the whole group.

goodbye oberwesel, until next time!

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november: kickelhahn, himmelblau & weimar cemetery.

i had a week off in november and visited my parents ( as i often do on my vacations ). on a sunday morning we headed to the thuringian forest to climb onto the peak of the kickelhahn mountain. the kickelhahn mountain is the landmark mountain of the city of ilmenau . johann wolfgang von goethe , the famous writer & philosopher, often visited ilmenau and also climbed the kickelhahn. oftentimes he stopped at a little hut in the woods to relax for a while and on one of these stops he wrote one of his most known poems. our little adventure didn't last the whole day, though, as we had a little date with the weimar cemetery to look after the grave of my grandparents and then to visit my cousin and his family. tiny peek onto the kickelhahn tower. thuringian woods - deep dark green. at the goethe hut. this plate shows the german version of the poem goethe wrote here. inside the hut. and here's the english translation. i love this poem so much, as ...

in the forests.

it's that time of the year again.

july '20: lake petersdorf discoveries and a plea against genocide.

the green wild meadows of malchow's sandfeld. in the west of malchow there is a big chunk of forest that spans towards plauer see, a widely 'uncultivated' area these days, but it hasn't always been this way. in my last post i mentioned the nazi munition factory that had been built in these woods, away from prying eyes of their enemies and where they also built an external subcamp for the concentration camp ravensbrück. exactly these woods we explored on a pretty sunny day, betraying the darkness that happened around these parts. isn't it weird that there are places in this world that were built or used by dark forces and horrible regimes and you vist them 80 years later and they are the most peaceful places you can imagine? sometimes my brain can't cope with the contrast of knowing what was in the past and what the present looks and feels like. it definitely leaves me with a strange impression often, kind of like a little sting in my heart and brain that is not ...

ghost of nature.

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