The Sphinx and I

 

As we all know the Greek Sphinx gave everyone a sheer unsolvable riddle. Not being Oedipus I don't know the answer to this simple question: 

WHY ME? 

I moved from Berlin to Bavaria at the end of November 2025.

At the end of May 2026 I sat on my sofa, quite content because I have "A Room with a View", looking into the green meadows and thought: "THAT was my last move, thank you very much."

I hate to admit that I was awfully wrong. 

"Relative move-in" - what seemed so highly unlikely (older age and family status of the renter's daughter) after 5 years has happened: the daughter of the renter - and I am glad for her! - will get her baby in August! 

And then I decided blazingly fast: only three houses further down in "my" street there was a flat to rent: two storeys with more room, and two big balconies, and an attic (though no cellar)- and, best of all: a new kitchen (my rented one was such a horror), new floors (my rented ones were the work of a mad hatter), and all the rooms newly painted white (my rented ones..)! 

And best of all: landlord & lady are friends of my son, and they are so endearing (my former-still-renters...)

So: why do I moan, you ask? 

It is the act of moving - AGAIN. I chose among three offerers the one that seems best to me - and now, on 20th of July, I will move. 

AGAIN! ADVENTURE I'll call it (better than to moan). One of my favourite books by Irmtraud Morgner, a famous author of the GDR, is called ("Life and Adventures of ..)"

"Leben und Abenteuer der Tobadora Beatriz nach Zeugnissen ihrer Spielfrau Laura "