The first courtship songs resound.
I prefer now grabbed my backpack, marched first four kilometers to the motorway, as executed the thumb in the spring air, me significantly until there whether I probably would first try to south or north's where perhaps, completely ready where very different come out, if for a longer "lift" with an interesting stranger would, just let me drive two weeks by the Republic to bivouac where it turns out to sleep in the open air, wherever possible with campfire and fresh wild wild garlic in Alutopfe, a simple bottle of red here, only with pad and pen to compose a little to be woken by the humidity of the dew and the calls of songbirds to tie up the satchel again, on a remarkably beautiful places three simple daily storage aufzuschlagen, roam the area, move out to take in a nahegelegnen village new material, so modest as free evening to fall asleep with a view of the dying embers, everything and nothing to do, no phone and e-mail box, lost in Lower Lusatia on a lake or on top of a low mountain ridge, in the morning even sunk in shallow water or Valley fog looking musing on new actions and futures, the little aufzubuckeln with a sudden jerk in sudden Entschlusse, the idea now may delay me for two days to Berlin or Milan, Immediately following, laughing And if it did not work with the Tramperei really, after log fires and wild leek smelling and some well worn and disheveled, then just a hundred of kilometers of thirty of them on foot, oblique threads of rain from morning till evening on the face, finally no campfire girls a cozy straw bed in a remote barn, old cheese into cubes and a sausage, hard as a board, wafer-thin sliced with fresh peeled knife for vagabonds gourmet feast, today only two bottles of beer, well located, the next day, as the wind would have it, the I prefer the face was as the back, got up with the idea that I had never even been in Quedlinburg and on the Brocken, lucky this time and already in the afternoon, after a quick trip with an equally talkative as steamy as bizarre Representative for alarm systems, already there, old half-timbered marveling, the three-day beard a little itchy, evening shave at a Zwergenbächlein in resin, fresh white bread, from wild garlic still genung, three thick lamb chops cooked, and in the distance can be seen already the boulder on which I tomorrow will be stored, then perhaps to Dusseldorf, because I've never been, or would you prefer Warnemünde, since I've been to, but because it is beautiful and no stupid police as long as you do not really exaggerates, beach bonfire expressly permitted, or rather down in the Rhön mountains and fells, the rest home only on foot, the satchel is always easier to often I feel him hardly, or when he was just a great coat, but I'm not even on the Brocken, who knows what to me there can think up to this zauberigen places where at night the elves zoom flitting in cold breeze, everything would be able to turn again inside, might be, even yet, or even a couple of similar-minded people to pagan revelry load, migratory birds, witches, poltergeists or trolls, pending between disheveled mountain ash, high wet grass, over maturing, a really cold night even, it seems elucidate slowly, new moon, a starry firmament, as not seen in years ...
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