Der Wind zieht durch die offenen Fenster in die Metro. Es ist April und trotzdem macht sich bereits eine ungewohnte Wärme im Untergrund der französischen Hauptstadt breit. Außen hui, innen pfui – ein Sprichwort, welches wohl beim Gedanken an die Pariser U-bahn entstanden ist. Generell ist die Stadt der Liebe und Mode eine, deren Äußeres und Inneres getrennte Wege gehen. Paris – Die Stadt des guten Geschmacks.
Within the last days the weather was getting colder in Munich again. Also he’d already been looking for to the autumn to start Florian somehow forgot to adapt his wardrobe. This meant not only beige and red autumn-like colours but also some warmer clothes. Although he loves his Bomber he thought about finally buying a trench.
The light is glimmering in the dark. He is sitting in his old chair behind his dark wodden desk and reads a huge frayed book. Everytime he turns a page the sound cuts the dark silence. Without premonition the phone starts ringing. He grabs the receiver all on edge who is calling him at such a late hour. The call doesn’t take long and although he isn’t sure what’s the problem he knows that he has to hurry. Grabbing his hat and his brown leather jacket Indiana leaves with the book under his arm and heads to help his friend …
One day while watching the news and the weather forecast we noticed that we both had never been to the Brocken. The Brocken is a low mountain range and beside that the highest peak in the Harz. „Although its altitude of 1,141 metres (3,743 ft) is below alpine dimensions, its microclimate resembles that of mountains of about 2,000 m (6,600 ft).“1 Since the late medieval times the Brocken is also known as Blocksberg, a place where witches got together and partied. Beside that it’s part of the Harzer-Hexen-Stieg.