Through a ravine, a path formed by rainwater and hundreds of years of use by
wagons and people, I walked by vineyards and apricot orchards to the city of
Mautern. In the vineyards, the dandelions started to turn into seeds. The wind was
blowing the cherry blossoms to the ground and it started to rain.
In Mautern, I visited my sister Christi at the Nikolaihof. She lives in a former monastery.
The foundations of her house go back to Roman times. Her place has a special energy.
Christi invited me for lunch. After that, I crossed the iron bridge, where my mother once went
for safety with her bike 68 years ago. I was thinking about my ancestors who lived and died
in this area for hundreds of years. They were walking with me each single step,
it was a coming home to my roots again.