A windy day on the Danube. It reminds me of the föhn in the Rhine Valley. Mild, with a certain wildness in every gust. On the shore among the stones, I spot a butterfly. It seems to me as if it can no longer take off because of the air […]
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silent
About the quiet, the stillness, the seemingly inconspicuous at first glance, the calm, what seems inaudible and soundless
