Nice sunny weather powered by foehn winds.

Given is a best case scenario. While new challenges are part of the situation, acceptance criteria have to be defined. Somehow.

Ein Gefühl
absoluter Vollkommenheit
umgibt mich
Auch das tiefe Bedauern
dass es in ein paar Stunden
vorbei sein wird
Eine letzte Zigarette
und ein letzter
wohlüberlegter
Satz, der alles abschließt

Hoffentlich

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How far is it to the paradise? Am I within while I close my eyes?

Und gestern? Als du entdecktest, wie gleich sie dir ist; wie du nicht magst, was du bist; wie du wusstest, dass, was du wolltest, nicht ist, was du brauchst, kannst, darfst?

There’s a cold comfort. Others would cry in this moment.

After fizzling out my hiking boots in Austria it was time to invest for the next ten years and I was successful to supplement my Vaude collection with Solid Rock II which seem to have nice abrasion resistant, stable and lightweight soles.
I was still a bit sleepy when we arrived early in Schwangau. It was cold and the clouds hanging low did not add to improve that, so we started with a hot coffe at Tegelberg valley station (830 m). The first 1,3 km to the beginning of the via ferrata (1060 m) were pretty abrupt and arduous and as every start made me feel I’m out of stamina. But the end of the boring forest road made me feel better and I felt energy, stamina, speed and mobility returning.
At the end of the via ferrata (1580 m) after another kilometer we also passed the cloud cover revealing a beautiful view northwest. The residual 0,6 km to Tegelberg mountain station (1730 m) were easy and the warm autumn sun did the rest to enhance the atmosphere.
I only felt sorry for all the family walkers on the way down with their unappropriate clothing who maybe overrated their skills. As the difficult part of the “easy” way begins quite low seen from the top of the mountain, most of them will not return up to take the easier route.
The new shoes stood the test and I collected three beautiful stones, one of them even being yellow.

Saturday I heard a chilled concert of Patrice in Munich, Muffathalle. Also the supporting act Fetsun raised the atmosphere with the powerful voice of the singer.
After the concert we returned to my castle home to have a whisky and organize a cab to the city. This plan turned to a real project as the cab central does obviously have three different phone numbers connected by a dubious system, calling two of the numbers leads to immediate hang up while the third number sometimes connects you to an operator. To make it a challenge the system seems to change the designation of the numbers to connection or hang up. At least we were successfull after 40 minutes of endurance.
Maybe related to the mind quieters consumed before, this cab ride was the longest I have ever experienced. The driver didn’t say a word. We neither. Looked out of the window sitting in the car’s fond and absorbed the world passing by. Sometimes realizing in a flash the eternal duration of the ride in the same way as the direct route we took. After having arrived the driver needed felt hours to find three bucks of change. Don’t know what he thought of the out of the ordinary couple of an forty-something and someone that is always asked for his ID card when buying tobacco. Don’t also know how many unexpected couples he drove during his cab driver life before.
We entered Riobar where we had made good experiences before. Quickly found a free place in the crowded tavern. Waited long for a first drink and were so thirsty. Unintentionally we listened to what the three behind us told each other.
The following is now a replay of my reception of what followed until we left.

Awkward voice: But boss, that’s what I say the whole time … have photos to prove that. … I’m not the bitch of your … men touching me …
I looked towards them. An over 50 old fat man, an over 50 old heavysat woman in traditional costume. A bottle of champagne in an icer. An 30-someting girl between them, the one with the unconvient voice. He sitting, she sitting in the oppostite of him. The traditional woman standing with her back towards me. The young woman caged by wall, table, him and the traditional woman.
Awkward voice: You cannot do that …
Traditional woman: … I like it …
Awkward voice: … it’s so mad …
Traditional woman: … this is my life …
Awkward voice: … nobody likes you …
Sound of spraying scent.
Sound of a glass falling to the ground cracking.
Sound of spraying scent.
Terrible odour drawing over.
Waitress having a look for the broken glass. Only looking, doing nothing.
…
Awkward voice: I tell you something … will turn worse … your business will bust …
…
Traditional woman is moving to the dancefloor. She behaves bearish.
Awkward voice is approacing her. She dances steamy with the Traditional.
…
Awkward voice and Traditional are back to the table.
Awkward voice (very loud): Our boss has nothing to drink! Bring something for our boss!
Waitress arrives fast-paced, bringing some glasses.
…
A woman dressed in black leather is falling backwards from her stool.
…
The dancing scene repeats.
…
Someone operates the gambling machine next to our table.
…
Boss moves beneath the dancefloor being danced around by both. The awkward voice still trying to be erotic but is rather drunken. Boss smokes a big cigar.
…
The leather woman tries to find a way upstairs. A guy, looking south-american, helps her.
The south-american goes to the bar, drinking from his white wine. Vain endeavour, I can see he’s highly drunken.
…
The triple returns to the table. Sound of spraying scent.
Terrible odour.
…
Waitress (to me): Who is the one that operated the machine here?
Me: I don’t know. He left the bar, I think.
Waitress running to the door, looking around outside. Coming back after a while, standing at the door looking towards the bartender: Jonny, he’s off.
…
Bartender leaves upstairs.
…
The table cater-cornered is occupied by a man and three good looking young women hanging with their eyes on his lips.
Too good looking.
…
(Bartender still missing.) One of the guests goes behind the bar, giving drinks to his friends.
…
A well-dressed couple enters the tavern.
…
The south-american approaches the table of the triple passing by ours, having earphones plugged in both ears and an unlighted cigarette in his mouth. I give him a light and ask what he’s listening to. I’m allowed to take part. Heavy metal. He plugs his ears again and leaves.
…
…

How crazy was that?! I always thought that I am a little bit insane, but what movies must play in other’s minds!
Columnists should live to see that, if they’re not well inspired what to deliver to their editor.

I like the first one.

I have a new favourite city. A great weekend with good friends, Three Bridges, Metelkova, the “crazy house” again, beer in warm autumn nights, speedy backwards parking, train cabin trip, curry chicken, coffee and rakija, an empty fruit bowl, famous 15′ guided city tour, trying to stand on beer cans but being to fatuglyheavy, city’s best Burek, a system to network hitchhikers, french horn, a parking ticket, promising stones, the moon in a spoon, a cosy hostel couch, laughing till bellyache, thinking till laughing … Thanks my friends! I think that was Guča po Guči, sve može …

On our way back we left the Austrian motorway at Freistritz, that motorway station I started from at my last day back home from Serbia, to have a closer look at the map to go round traffic jams and of course the toll somehow. When starting again we saw a group of five hitchhikers. Said to them that five is a bit too much for the cute small racing car. But three of them wanted to go to SLO and only two to Munich, so we picked them up. Then we left motorway to go round toll (and jam) and it was a really adventurous ride through the mountains, very small and cliffy street, then even came through a village I was in in February for skiing – nice memories and scenic views in the dark dark night. It turned out later that the hitchhikers were on their way back home to Belgium. So I proposed them to either leave at Augsburg motorway station instead of Munich or to take them home for a dry place to sleep and a shower. Funny, friendly guys.
It was even more cold autumn when we returned. The kitchen window was fogged which I until then noticed only in winter sometimes.

Messages from the road:

• Bohemian rhapsody in some pub in a city nearly empty ’cause everybody is somewhere out with chilled people. that rocks! (05-sep-2010 03:48 am)
• Auf nach Ljubljana! Forward-looking … (02-sep-2010 01:20 am)

Wie es aussieht heißt es wohl gerade “Land unter” in Sebnitz. Da ist es endlich mal vorteilhaft, ein Haus auf dem Berg zu haben.

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