the baltic sea chronicles: day 4. fehmarn.

on day 4 we made our way to the island fehmarn. up to puttgarden we went to watch ferries coming in and to experience the horror of retail ships. i say horror, because it was overcrowded and nothing good came out of it. in places like these consumerism really is evident and annoying as hell. later on we drove to burg ( on fehmarn ) - a district of the town fehmarn. its charm made up for the bone-crushing experience on the ship retail center. even the harbour was so much more peaceful than the one in puttgarden.

skyscapes were amazing in puttgarden. even though i hated the retail ship ( on the right ) the harbour itself was kind of formidable.

the way out of the harbour.

we walked on the mole to see the ferries coming in or leaving.

wide waters.

far outside on te sea you could make out off shore wind engines.

another view at the harbour with the ferries and the retail ship.

withering away.

a ferry coming in.

the timber framed and clinker bricked houses of burg were most charming.

the sun came out once in a while and not only human beings enjoyed it.

the harbour of burg.

we sat down in a cute little café, drinking huge cappuccino cups. chicks were running around and we even spotted a guinea pig!

the rain returned.

sea gulls are a must by the sea. very prominent birds.

ship constructions.

the bridge onto the island of fehmarn.

a submarine boat turned into a museum. we didn't enter, we were too late.

gulls and screw.

a swan family enjoying droplets of rain and devouring algaes.

and then the ships went sailing. we sailed back soon enough - even though it was in a car.

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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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