Old doors Kefalonia, Greece

Ajar door, double leaf door,  unhinged door, wide door, single door, hinged door, grating door, banging door, dead door, hidden door, armored door, toilet door, slamming door, double door, adorned door, closed door, colorful door, wooden door ……old doors Kefalonia….


Excursion to the Elbe River

Two weeks ago we made another excursion to the Elbe River to look for houses and to visit some friends we have there. We took a road that leads alongside the Elbe River and passed several little towns and villages which were very picturesque with appealing extraordinary churches, old timber framed houses and beautiful old doors. I found some dwarfs made out of bronze in front of some doors and some antic guild symbols.

IMG_8803The road furthermore leads through dense woods where you can find a lot of blueberries and mushrooms. At some places I saw signs that were warning of wolves even.

The landscape is quite flat, you don’t find many elevations, only dikes for protection of floods. One morning we made a tour with our bikes. It was so calm and peaceful and we saw and heard a lot of rare birds like goldfinches, yellow wagtails, a nightingale and a lot of storks. Some cows were standing on a pasture, chewing over and looking at us from far. On the mowed pastures storks were strutting, picking-up some frogs now and then. They were not very shy and nice to look at. A cuckoo was calling several times and that was about all we heard. Complete silence and peace, nearly nobody on the road. The very few people we met were very friendly and greeted us.

Let me take you with me to the Elbe River.

The magenta river


In the red evening sky the sun says goodbye to the earth

in enchanted magenta colors

Total quietude, only a sky lark is singing joyfully,

hovering above a golden field of grain,

up and down and flies away

A hidden nightingale contributes a line of notes,

just very short and hurting  beautiful

fairy tales of princes and princesses that are happy

are in my mind

The river is slowly flowing, there’s nothing but silence

Little swirls are running ashore in circles

trying to touch a bleached piece of wood with their wet tongues

The sun is disappearing behind a cloud

and adds a cold silver glow to the magenta river,

mysterious and so precious like jewelry

Everything is mysterious and filled with a distinct yearning

From far away, from the woods

a cuckoo is calling nine times,

then three times

Then total tranquility

I’m alone in this world

for H.

Our garden in May

This time of the year is really beautiful. Everything is blooming, there are a lot of insects in our garden, butterflies, bees, bumblebees, European hornets etc. Today I’ll show you some of the flowers and shrubs we have in our little garden.

Strolling through Hamburg

Around Easter I made an excursion to the place where I have been born. It’s one of the nicest places in Hamburg with lots of old and beautiful houses which fortunately haven’t been destroyed in WWII.

My Greek father worked in the embassy to deal with the reparation payments from Germany and he got a huge flat in an old house close to the embassy from the British occupation forces. I still have a very nice photo of him standing in front of a wonderful old car with the plate saying “Greek Military Mission”.  He even had a driver.

I lived in this flat for 20 years and then moved to a smaller flat in a more rural area at the North-Eastern boundaries of Hamburg. We are surrounded by forests here, it is very green, but Hamburg is in general very, very green. We have a lot of parks and 2 huge lakes in the center which you can travel with old steamboats. Hamburg is amongst the 10 most beautiful towns in the world next to Vancouver etc. We have a lot of dikes and bridges here, more than Amsterdam and Venice altogether. Our harbor is huge and very interesting but this will be a story for another post.

Sometimes I love to return to the place where I stayed during my first years, even though there are some sad memories related to it. Let’s take a stroll together.


The colors of spring

In all colors of spring I only see your face

shining with joy like the sun on narcissuses

and the keys of heaven are in your hands

In my sleepless nights

I’m walking under the moon

to catch a falling star for you

who is so far away

I’m looking up to the Milky Way

and Andromeda understands

that there’s a tender flame in my heart

Pick me a tulip, a primrose,

some hellebores in wonderful soft colors like an aquarelle

what else could I ask from you?

And in my darkest hours when demons haunt my soul

give me a hug for an eternity

yes, it rained, these are dew-drops on the flowers, no tears