Author: eklastic

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Listen: silent

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I never realised that listen and silent are anagrams. And doesn’t this quiet river bend just beg one to be silent and listen?

All the more remarkable because this is in the middle of Frankfurt, a city with three quarters of a million inhabitants, in a part called Bonames. The name goes back to Roman times, probably meaning that there was a bona mansio, a good wayside inn when a Roman highroad led past the area. Not far from this idyllic stretch of the river Nidda was the old Frankfurt airport which was used until 1992 as a helicopter airport by the US American army.

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Quiet.

In praise of friendship

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Student fraternities in Germany have elaborate coats of arms. The members of the “Weinheimer Seniorenconvent” have theirs displayed in the great hall of celebrations of the Wachenburg in Weinheim. Many of the mottos include friendship.

Faithful to friends – defiant to enemies / For honour and friendship / Freedom – Friendship – Honour

Personally, I don’t hold with the often rightwing positions of those traditional fraternities (somewhat ironic as many have their roots in the revolutionary times around 1830 with then revolutionary ideals) so I rather go with this:

Freunde trinkt! – Friends, drink!

It doesn’t have to be alcohol, just sit together and share a glass and a talk.

Linked to Friendly Friday: Friendship.

4th dimension

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“Travel makes one modest, you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

Gustave Flaubert

The quote by Flaubert is not only applicable to space but also to time. This basilica dates back to the 9th century, one of the few remnants of Carolingian architecture north of the Alps.

Linked to Travel with Intent. For more photos inspired by Flaubert’s quote, click here.

Wear a mask! – But also wear a helmet!

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This ties in with Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Anything to do with bikes, trikes and motorcyles yesterday. I was on a long bike tour today. I came home with a scraped ellbow, a sore thumb and a cracked bicycle helmet.

I don’t know how the accident happened. I can localise it on a stretch of about 5 kilometres but I have no recollection of what happened. I made it home and I was hungry. My head doesn’t hurt. But my husband promised to watch me tonight.

Update: I’m fine. Here is another take of mine on the accident: https://debrisweb.wordpress.com/2020/08/08/soweit-ich-mich-erinnern-kann-to-the-best-of-my-recollection/