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It happens this weekend: My new nordic walking sticks are in attendance on me. They have been kicking their heels for some time now. After the heavy snow fall on friday and saturday the roads are too slippery for jogging to me. That’s why I prefer my sticks today to take them for a walk instead. Even though there is
Saturday morning, I take a look out of the window and I have no trust in my eyes: Snow! Snow in Braunschweig. Fantastic! We do not have to go to the Harz mountains any more the white substance is right here under our feet. It is lockdown again. An the one hand we do not want to join the Harz-bobsleigh-pack.
„Farewell my summer love“ was a song by Michael Jackson. Some kind of melancholy resonated with it, now it is here. Summer has definitely gone by, the first half of autumn is over and I am taking some time off from everyday life. An everyday life that gets more stressful, Corona makes it even more difficult. But I does not
Whoever did not toe the line in the medieval age could go wrack in the truest sense of the words. One of the most dangerous places during the princedom Braunschweig-Wolfenbüttel must have been the “Lechlumer Holz”, more precisely the chop-chop square. Defendants were not really treated with kid gloves. “Beheadings and kidnapping, that is only business. A question of reputation.”
On my jogging-round I have seen him many times. No, it’s not George Clooney, it is the Pink Panther, painted on a wall. It is a graffiti on the Brunswick fromer track bed. I used to watch Pink Panther cartoons as a kid and I loved it, the Panther and its comrades. Well, I take a picture of the graffiti
“Slowly, but surely” a proverb says. A statement that hold truth for many situations. Rarely it seemed to be so true for me as right now. Du to an aching inflamed finger I am forced to a mandatory break which is really a pain in the ass for somebody hyperactive like me. But after a period of self-pity I decided