“Schwarz war’s, zuerst, es glänzte nur bei Nacht.”
Das Lied der Nibelungen
Remembering travels through landscapes, which I knew from old paintings, hanging besides trophies on stone walls in the halls of wood, iron and rock of those who steered and shaped the destinies of our country centuries before. Stories of hundreds of estates, a flick carpet, always refined and divided among sons, grandsons, great-grandsons. The most child drawings of mine show lokal legends, princes and earls. A libary of saxon, anglican, slawic and frankish castles and palaces as earliest child memories.
The sun was hanging low in the late summer days, the plaines and castles are the same as they were hundreds of years ago.