As my grandmother fled 1945 from the advancing Red Army to Bavaria with her little baby girl (my aunt) in her arms, she had to march westwards across the territory of the then called “Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia” – a journey which was unimaginably dangerous in a war-devastated Central Europe.
It was the way that appeared the shortest from the home-town of my grandmother’s family Breslau in Lower Silesia to the comparatively save Bavaria, where the Americans were expected to impose their version of a military administration, as …
Modern life in 1st world societies has removed hardship and danger from everyday human existence for the most part. Practically speaking, this is even more so during the current Covid-19 pandemic.
A great percentage of the office employees can (or have to) work from home, and the sole reason to leave your house is to buy food and other essentials in the grocery a few hundred meters (in the worst case) away.
So the temptation to immerse oneself entirely in alternate realities like movies, TV sports, soap operas, social …
The global pandemic has thwarted a great deal of my (and everyone else’s) scheduled holidays and confined me to my apartment in Nuremberg since mid-March.
Fortunately, solitary outdoor exercises were and are still allowed to date, and so I’ve made the best of the situation and cycled extensively through solitary landscapes in Franconia.
The Franconian Switzerland is an upland in Upper Franconia not far off from Nuremberg (which is situated in Middle Franconia).
I visited the Franconian Switzerland quite often during my student days with my buddies, for the …