Carl Maria Wohlrath, one of my grandfathers, was the youngest of three sons of a landowner in Reichenbach. In the Owl Mountains. In Galicia, during the time of the Danube Monarchy. In Silesia, the district of Lviv. In the eighteenth […]
Once upon a time. There are also fairy tale beginnings in one’s own little life, but at some Point, these beautiful stories come to an end, and something else has begun. Then a village became the capital of the Crozon […]
The village of Mirabel is located in the department of Ardèche. On the Plateau du Coiron. The tower above the basalt rock, the Château de la Roche can be seen from a distance. For a few years, this village was […]
When I was born in Leipzig, it was all over. The war and the family history. What began was the search for clean water, fat, wood, flour. After survivors and memories, after possessions on attics and silver buried in the […]
The world of villages changes and disappears throughout Europe. The Dutchman Geert Mak wrote about this in a haunting way. This world is slowly disappearing. From generation to generation, work and customs are changing.
The first white stroke extended across an ice-cold classroom. At the front, next to the desk, sat an old oven. A hole broken into the outer wall for the pipe. In front of the chalk line squatted the children of […]
Landscapes and villages have been colonized and determined for centuries by the ruling centers, by the cities. The farmer’s family has to feed the lord of the castle. But each village is way more than a non-city. And the destruction […]