Dear Readers,
on Sunday I landed back in Flensburg - by train.
was most beautiful to be able to cook again, what I wanted, at a time, to which I want to eat, with food (organic) that I wanted to eat you.
It's great also the first bike ride, a bit of sport on Monday evening.
'll probably go right now I still in the sauna - enjoyment. Also for the health sweating;'m still a little dry cough.
Muff
At parting of friends in Ratzeburg, I have times asked if I smell somehow. I had already asked various hosts, but all denied. This trusted, therefore, the fine nose, called Nicole, only tentatively, to nod then determined and decided. Joint research of the odor source. So I muffle. I stink.
Phew, I had to cope for now. A detailed analysis later in the day tonsillectomy, and I put the first time set 2 main stinker, one was a wheelchair, which I wore a few days ago in probably a muffle quality bed and the other Muffquelle to my great surprise, a cotton bag for my phone - terrible stench. Then the various headgear had assumed the smell of my head. Äääähhhhh. Yes, correct Muff.
After my return I have also washed my backpack, which I believe I had never been washed. The course had taken so its smells, but still rather decent. In the future I will pay more attention to the timely cleaning of all possible odor sources. For me it's pretty awful if someone point me to it (must) that I müffle.
Mindful Eating with John John in Lübeck
I had before this stage a little book by Thich Nhat Hanh, entitled "To be free, wherever you are" paid. It is the playback has held a speech that Thich Nhat Hanh in a prison. There are many exciting revisions, many of mindfulness exercises are addressed here. Also mindful eating. The
mindful eating is a big challenge for me. Once, because I "like" eating too much. Then I realized that I, even when I'm alone in nature, have often been so distracted by the attention. Just outside, there I was thinking, it is perhaps easiest to eat mindfully. Once I'm distracted by the events of the day or the previous night, of future plans, but just look again at the map ..... I am also happy to steer through daydreams. Next by insects, spider webs, the sun, the wind and the wonders and natural beauties. Just outside, where so much is to watch, I'm distracted so quickly. Am with the wind blowing in the trees, with some birds ..... something is always watching so distracted my concentration on the food.
On the first night in Lübeck (spent 3 nights in Lübeck with John and Erin am, took a bus to the appropriate places where I had previous day stopped running), I was sitting at the table when John around from behind the table ran to also sit down to eat with me. Even in the moment when he ran around the table, I was already quite agitated, did not know why. Finally, we both sat opposite us ate in silence and mindful of our previously cooked rice and vegetables. All the time there was so much being, awareness, here and now, enjoyment, dignity, my eyes while eating it all and was no longer dry. What a gift of the moment his. Also thank you, John.
Last night in Dassow - My Bethlehem Experience
The Kolonneweg was partly not accessible from Lübeck-Schlutup to Dassow, overgrown. A hailstorm held me against 17 set clock at a bus stop. Then a wonderful avenue road (except that once again there really was no room for pedestrians) almost to Dassow pure. Linden and chestnut trees lining the road. Many were of the large trees grown so that it at the height of the first forks of the branches of a kind Kuhlen, nests, had almost formed vessels. It had fallen down some small branches, leaves and the like collected. I felt very invited to throw my stones I had found on the road in Poland or the former border, where, sozugagen as a small offering, greeting, thank you ..... Some of the trees had formed on sawed-off large branches also a kind of sacrifice. So here, too little thanks and souvenirs.
Dassow Even before I had been thinking that I may the last night in a small inn could spend. On the other hand, since I returned from Poland, I only had private quarters, was always welcome - so why not finish this series. Well, arrived in Dassow, the Baltic Sea is not far, came towards me like a shield - Room for Rent! Asked shows a wedding in Dassow on the weekend with 300 guests, there is nothing to get more. But maybe next to it yet, at the next station with "sign", it is recommended to me, maybe even someone off. But even there, all occupied. The landlord says: "If the marriage does not, then you could choose any room (add, making it an east German groans) In the past we were always booked. but since has been built directly on the coast so much, you forget about us more and more "I just think to myself, maybe a bit more effort, which invest in the city, the area has much to offer and should be paired with kindness leave it "loyalty" of shapes.
Well, thank you love intellectual leadership for the help, it is obvious to look for me a private neighborhood.
rejection of all places.
Once I wonder Recognizing the somewhat older man who, to me the door opens, I will not hold it. Tell me, you have planted all these wonderful roses here? (A great sea of roses adorns the front yard). The answer is surprisingly I praise repellent and very harsh, "Something like making women"! Aha, I think with me.
Another time is a couple (about 60 years old) from her former barn. Imagine demonstratively with his arms folded and a little arrogant to me back. "Ah, I wanted to Priwall tomorrow, that would be no problem for now, it's not far, but since you can now go there," Great tip, I think to myself. Another recommendation that I demand, whether here in the city may be open, alternative, unängstliche, nice people there that would take me maybe. "She's go to the palace, the suite is almost always free, costs about 300 €"
After many requests, everywhere is not a place for me. Sometimes quite rough removal, some nice rejection I get. Well I have it now gets executed mostly in a barrage of negativity that spills toward me, the feeling indeed to feel unpleasant, but that feeling after a very short time on the other side of my body goes out again. Several attempts have
bell without the absence of the residents also successful. Of course I'm also the pastor since tried, but maybe not. Finally, I take the lock
recommendation seriously, ask there, as if I could spend a night there Friedensilger free (Would have been a match, a suite the conclusion, right?), but again, nyet!
A neighbor, who would be with the horses, but maybe worth a demand, I get the hint. And indeed, the door seems a rather large gentleman, who then immediately says "I can not let a man so in the cold, they come in". Meanwhile, it is already about 21 clock. A Time, with an interesting conversation. Reinhard once worked for the OSCE, was at a peace initiative in Tajikistan with the process is studied Islam Lore. Finally, a fall
him that his wife comes home later, they may not even could be agreed that a strange man sleeping in the house. Uppps!!
He explained that they had slept outside last week, when she had guests ..... (Because it was warm, now it is cold, the sheep's cold - and I am easily hüstelich ....)
He still says he wants to imagine the place to sleep and we left the house to the terrace door again, "Front is one pure, one is quickly back out again "
We go over the great land and land with a former East German small concrete house, one side is without a wall. On the dusty concrete floor is a solitary short-bed and told with another story of the inventor, Mr. Short, who is in fact almost killed by his bed. The couch is wobbly at improper weight shift and this gentleman had slipped down short of it. Unfortunately, the sun was just used by him on a ship and it is equal to the rail passes thrown into the sea and drowned.
I am amazed that now I must sleep outside, where I was still greeted with the slogan "I can not outside a man can stand in the cold." I still get a pad, a sleeping bag and blanket, an indication of where the outhouse is .... and will leave the night. Because of my Hüstelei I arge concerned that it gives me and the rest from experience that sleeping ofmals has not complied with their promises. And this is very thin.
Well, if need be I can go on like dusk to think to myself.
remember the story of Bethlehem, but fortunately here must bring a child into the world.
pulling everything I have, the sleeping bag and warm blanket and I actually fell asleep eventually. My Clock is stopped again - whether that always makes when it falls below a certain temperature - and so is the woman of the house look the next morning if I'm still there. It also has an association with Bethlehem and they are the same for the welcome for the best. I will come in for breakfast.
The conversation during breakfast is again very interesting.
stable and suites are close together, in the case in only one house.
The last day on the former border
A piece I like going down the day before, on the accessible former border strip. Then electric fence and lawn. I move on. On the lawn are a number of cows, at least a year or two old, but they do not have any milk.
The curious come to me. I let her lick a little with its rough tongue. Then I sing a song for her. For a while it is interesting for them, then uses the boredom, the grass attracts more. I sing for a while longer and then move on.
A fox crossed my path. Another
Area, this time with horned cows. Since I do prefer a little bow. The grass is sometimes very kitchen, lots of shrubs. A farmer with his heavy equipment at the former death strip busy areas to stop the scrub. Must it be in June when all the birds nest?, I think to myself. And to top it in a nature reserve?
Suddenly, a mowed path from one village to Dassower lake. Here I was racing, continue to write on my record for the book, eat and sleep.
Finally I reached the sea, the Baltic Sea at the spot where the Iron Curtain was hanging in the water ":-)
final ritual prostrations, thanks, prayer and meditation on the windy beach.
frozen by a bit the last few kilometers to the ferry.
The stage is completed.
And it is also a kind of watershed.
1) The former German Democratic Republic is surrounded
2) The former limit has expired
3) It is about half of the entire project route.
4) It is, in principle, enough material for a book.
record incoming I definitely more than enough.
And I have a feeling that you have really accomplished something by, to have been a way to 3776 km.
heart greet
Thomas
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