It is September by now. Weather is still good to us. It is quite cool in the morning and evening hours but in the mid of the day it is just sunny and warm. Already two weeks ago two friends of mine made an appointment for this sunday to cycle to Gifhorn. The International Museum of wind- and water mill
“Well, is this already Dallas?” I think to myself in the face of oil operations, an astonishingly sight that I only knew from American TV series of the eighties having the same name. Just two hours ago I started my joyride with my little black bike (LBB) and once again the tour offered some surprises to me. Suddenly there is