A German Poem
by Maria250
An manchen Abenden sitzt er da,
wie frueher, summend am Tisch,
unter der Lampe.
Die Tuschfeder schuerft
ueber das Milimeterpapier.
Ruhig zieht sie, unbeirrt,
ihre schwarze Spur.
Manchmal hoert er mir zu,
den Kopf geneigt,
laechelnd, abwesend zeichnet er weiter
an seinem wunderbaren Plan,
den er nicht begreifen kann,
den er niemals vollenden wird.
Ich hoere ihn summen.
-Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Remembrance of Things Past
by ranger49
"The Kiel Canal"
My husband was based in Kiel for two years in the mid 1950's. We attempted to visit and locate his base 20 years later but ran out of time before finding it. So the opportunity to transit the Kiel Canal was an attractive and exciting alternative.
Scenes along the canalside were full of interest - family outings at waterside restaurants, hikers and cyclists packing their tents as they prepared to move on. Ancient buildings and wind farms. It was a fascinating glimpse of life.
"The Lock"
"WIll we get through OK?"