“‘A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies’, said Jojen. ‘The man who never reads lives only one. The singers of the forest had no books. No ink, no parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the wood, into leaf and limb and root, and the trees remembered.'” (George R. R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons)
I have a confession to make: I have been a bad blogger. I didn’t write anything for a long time, but one of my good intentions for 2016 is to change that. By the way: Happy New Year 2016! 🙂 Looking back on 2015 I think it was a quite a successful year. I got a job (yay) and started working 40 hours a week (not so yay) – which is basically why I didn’t have time to travel and blog anymore.
I start into the new blogging year with a post that reflects a littly my mood at the moment. I do love Bremen, but right now I feel a littly grinchy about it. And winter in general. Snow may be nice when it is fresh and pure and glistening in the sun. But not after christmas and not in cities…
“I love Bremen” – Part Three: …although it shows the ugly face of winter
Now this is something else than what I originally intended with my little “series” about Bremen. But I never had such a good reason to love this city before because it is literally overflowing with helpfulness for the refugees who come here.
“I love Bremen” – Part Two: How Bremen welcomes refugees
Since a few weeks – I think it may be about one month – there is hardly any other topic on the news than the arrival of refugees in Germany. Suddenly they were not in Greece or Italy anymore – they were here, on our doorsteps. They are also in my hometown Bremen.
Breaking News: I finally found the time and courage to start a second blog!! 🙂 A while ago I noticed that some of my more controversial and serious posts don’t really fit into “Wonderland”. Sometimes I like to write down my opinion about politics, media and society, and this blog works best as a photography and travel blog. From now on I will (roughly) split the two topics. So let me introduce you to my new “opinion blog”:
It is written in German because I feel more comfortable to talk about difficult topics in my mother language. I am very sorry to exclude my readers who only speak English, but the decision had to be made. They had to be two entirely different blogs.
Don’t worry, “Wonderland” will stay the same: Photos and travel stories, insights about the life in Bremen and German customs. If an opinion piece fits into this profile, you might find it on both blogs.
I hope you stay with me – and see all the German-speakers at “Schweigen im Walde”! 🙂
1) The English call everything “pudding” – and it just doesn’t make sense. So the word “pudding” in general means “dessert”, correct? When I was in school the teacher told us about Christmas pudding or plum pudding, which – albeit being a weird dish – still fit into my world view because it was something sweet. But now I went to England again and everything I believed to know about puddings was turned upside down! There is for example also black pudding (not sweet at all, soaked with blood, uuurrrh) or Yorkshire pudding, which is again something entirely different and reminds me a little of a Hungarian Lángos. Even the English people I asked couldn’t explain this mess. Sigh.
2) Driving on the wrong side of the road (the left side) is actually ok. As long as you don’t stop, turn or do other things – we got into the approaching traffic THREE TIMES – but hey, we are still alive!
3) Bristol is a special city. It actually has its own currency, the “Bristol pound”. It just looks like play money, but this is no joke: You can exchange one normal pound for a Bristol pound at some points in the city (like the tourist centre). You can also pay with it – but only in Bristol. And it expires. Erm, yes. 🙂 Bristol is also apparently very proud of “Shaun the Sheep” – the animation studios that produce the serial is seated there, and at the moment they have Shauns in different colors standing everywhere for charity… Kinda cool.Read more about my trip to London, or have a look at the photos I took in Dartmoor and Wales.
Wales totally bewitched me! Green mountains, romantic ruins and endless beaches – for once I feel words are not enough to describe this wonderful spot on earth. You have to see it with your own eyes, breathe the wind and see how it creates rustling waves in the sea of green grass. I spent one day in South Wales, driving around in the Brecon Beacons National Park and then made my way down to the coast. Join me on a photographic round trip and indulge in the rough beauty of Wales!
We started our little journey at the Eastern corner of Brecon Beacons National Park at the ruin of Llanthony Priory, an old Augustinian priory from around the year 1100, which is located in the peaceful green Vale of Ewyas, seven miles north of the town of Abergavenny… Continue reading
“People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.” (Markus Zusak; The Book Thief)
It’s been too long since the last post about my England trip and I apologize for that. But now! I continue with a day-trip to the southern edge of England. Coming from Bristol we drove to Torquay and then (only slightly disappointed about the very touristy “English Riviera”) we made our way into the beautiful Dartmoor National Park. This is a report about a day full of adventure in a rough landscape, a quest for stone circles and criminal ponies…
When me and my boyfriend decided to visit London, I tried to recall memories of a student exchange to England many years ago. I must have been eleven years old or something but I remember quite a lot. Apart from being on the big wheel “London Eye” and feeding grey squirrels in Greenwich Park the most distinct memory I have is: Confusion. Now that I saw London again I can totally understand that again. For a tourist London is primarily a noisy city crammed with people. Around the world-famous destinations you can hardly move to left and right on the sidewalks, you are pushed forward by the crowd and traffic noise prevents any normal conversation. But it’s not only that. London is beautiful, London is impressive, multicultural and colorful. History calls you on every corner and there are green parks and street markets vibrating with life. To be honest it’s not fair to rush through it on only three days. You would have to spend a whole life there to understand London properly. But the little bit that I learned about this city I would like to share with you.
I have lived my whole life in this city. When I was younger, I always wanted to move away as soon as I would graduate from school. I thought Bremen was too small, a little boring and had no good future opportunities. Although the latter is partly true because finding a job here is not easy, I think differently now. This city is really worth living in. It’s green, has old traditions and a lively night-life and I still discover parts of it that I never knew before. These photos are just a glimpse of Bremen’s beauty and I mean to show you other popular places as soon as I find time to take some pictures! 🙂
Part One: Twilight Hour in the Heart of the City