Only a few minutes away, lies a small paradise. The area, which was shaped through the famous landslide of Goldau over 200 years ago, is not only unique, but uniquely beautiful and mystical. And when we stroll to the Gold lake with friends, it truly is paradise.
If I were a racist, I’d be missing much
Today, I took the train. Shortly before Zurich, a man, three compartements behind me, got up and walked down the aisle. It looked like he was from the Balkans. Or maybe he was Arab. Anyhow, he was on the phone and engaged in an intense and very loud conversation.
Many of the passengers around him gave him dirty looks, even made some “Zzzz” sounds. I wondered whether this was due to him being a foreigner or due to his disturbing noise. He took no notice.
Tibet, Nepal…? No, the Klöntal!
“Why don’t you visit us”, good friends, who were camping in the Klöntal invited us.
Klöntal, Klöntal, Klöntal, I keep turning the words over in my mind. Don’t I know this from my childhood? No matter how hard I try, I can’t get the memory back.
The Annabelle photoshooting
To be famous has never been a goal I would want to set out to achieve. But to feel famous for a few hours was nevertheless a lot of fun. That’s how stars live!
Mid March we were invited to attend a family photo shooting of the Annabelle magazine. The anniversary issue should portrait Swiss families in summer fashion. Why not? It’s never a bad thing to experience situations that are alien to us. Fashion? Make up? Posing? Our faces don’t often see much more than soap and water. Most of our clothes are second-hand.
Sometimes
Today spring exploded out of winter and with it came the urge to clean and tidy. Not many posessions have outlasted our travels, but a few diaries from the pre-children-time are still around. I am happy to share one of my texts from 1999 (at the time we were in Thailand):
Sometimes we ride on a bus from nowhere to nowhere
and we wonder if anybody knows that we’re there.Sometimes we ride on a train listening to the monotonous sound of the railway
and wonder where we will end up on that day.Sometimes we lie in a hammock listening to the sound of the sea
and wonder why it is so nice to just be.Sometimes we stand on a road trying to hitch a lift
and wonder if people know that this feeling of freedom is a great gift.Sometimes we see some ugly things like rubbish, abuse and fights
and we wonder when people will start to respect nature’s rights.Sometimes we need visas and permissions to enter a place
and we wonder how people can claim nature to be their own space.Sometimes we feel like in a good dream, determined to make it last, whatever
and we wish the future will allow us to stay in this dream forever, together.
Re-define myself
No, I’m not (yet) going through my midlife crisis.
Actually, I’m in no crisis at all.
Yet, I do feel the sudden and strong urge to re-define myself.
I’ve long ago stopped the torture of finding an answer as to WHY I am in this world. I just did. Stop, I mean. I haven’t ask the question anymore and with that simple act, finding answers became obsolete.