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I love this one too - Susanne Daubner normally is a pillar of correctness. (One has to wait a little bit with this link: it is a video, not only the photo!)
PS: At the moment I have a huge problem with Google: I cannot comment on your blogs, have to find my password for Google (oh...), so I hope I find a way...
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The profession of shepherd has changed a lot.
Once the shepherd was a gnarled loner, with a long loden coat and a big slouch hat on his head leaning at his wooden barren-hut gazing at his sheep, his sidekick, the faithful dog running around to keep the sheep together. Trust me: as a child I saw some of these duos.
When I drove my purchases home, the shepherd, quite youngish, leaned at the hood of his car and stared on his cellphone. He didn't look up. His faithful dog seemed to regret that he hadn't a cellphone either - to him the sheep were too -- sheepish -- so why should he care?
Next morning the sheep had left (an euphemism: they bunked) - "The grass is always greener on the other side" - and show me a weak electrified fence that can keep a stubborn sheep with an intention.
A neighbour of mine came and tried to bring them back - another neighbour telephoned. The shepherd slept in his house in another village, and had taken his faithful dog with him.
And we wonder why so much is heading south?
Baa....
A few minutes ago I read it in the news: the locomotive drivers of German's Deutsche Bahn will strike again.
I had already booked a fine Hotel in Bremen for our class reunion on coming Friday and Saturday.
Really: I am so disappointed! Luckily I could cancel the hotel, my three classmates who had organised dinners and events - all their troubles were for nothing - had cancelled the meeting. Coming by car is no alternative - we have black ice, and I would have to drive over 6 hours.
If you look at the drawing underneath (I cannot turn it right) you see that Germany is stricken at the moment: the farmers protest with thousands of tractors, and the DB keeps her trains at home - only the management board got, each of them!, a bonus of 300.000 Euro (extra! each of them!)for this year of breakdowns, ill management (only ever 4 out of 10 trains are punctual - or come at all..).
Speechless...
But I live here in so tiny a village that has no shop or bakery, and the only inn has closed. To buy bread I have to drive 3 km - that's not far, and if I want to "schlepp" a rucksack full of potatoes, milk and other goodies up the hill to "my" house - over 9% steep hill upwards - of course I could walk. The little red train stops once an hour - which means waiting in the next little town after buying, and more than 9 % uphill fitness training too. (The reason why I a bought a used car).
But I try to reduce shopping - and the need of fresh bread sometimes was the only reason I had to go.
Yesterday I was happy that I could bake my first bread: we were snowed under, AND Bavaria warned explicitly against leaving the house because of black ice (is that really the right word???).
Here you see my prototype: a spelt loaf, delicious - and I wish you could smell the lovely scent in the kitchen!
I will never forget them: A storm with wind strength 7 was coming from northeast.
Husband and I had visited my parents in Bremen for Christmas. Then husband grew very ill with influenza, thus we wanted to go back to Mainz.
My father, a wise man, said: "If you want to drive, drive now very quickly."
481 km distance between Bremen and Mainz - I drove our old blue Merc, with highly-feverish husband on the backseat.
I was very young then and had I got my driver's license in 1976 - megalomaniacal after two years I applied for a contest by Cosmopolitan: a rally through the Sahara - that was my notion of "adventurous". (How come I was not elected?)
Now fate served me the total opposite:
all the time at that drive home a huge black bank of snowclouds breathed down our neck: the snow came nearer and nearer, and I had to drive very fast.
We reached Mainz, exhausted but lucky - a few hours later "Land submerged!" - a blanket of snow covered huge parts of Northern Germany which was sunken under snow - and hundreds of cars were stuck in more than a meter high snow drifts.
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All in chronological order.
I wish all of you a happy, peaceful 2024!
On "https://burstingwithhappiness.blogspot.com I tried to translate a beautiful poem of Rainer Maria Rilke. I would be very glad if you send me proposals how I can improve that translation.
I have a few doubts: is it utterly wrong to say - as Rilke did in German - "It drives the wind in winter woods/ the snowflakes.."? Of course I could have constructed a normal English sentence - but that would not have expressed the way Rilke frames it.
So: your help will be very welcomed!