This week, I took some time-out on Wednesday and Thursday. Consequently, I bought a “Bayern-Ticket” on Wednesday and took my bike and my beloved significant other to go to Würzburg.
One of the reasons for travelling was that I wanted to visit the “Torturmtheater Veit Relin” in Sommerhausen in the evening and watch “Emma”. “Emma” is a tender love story and will be played until August, 9th. It was a great performance and moved me profoundly.
Sommerhausen is a very small place on the river Main. On the opposite side of the river, you will find Winterhausen, which also has a railway station with trains stopping at regular intervals. Sommerhausen seems like a village from a fairy tale, not at all from this world. Not much is happening in Sommerhausen: a few hotels and a few restaurants. And a few special shops.
In Sommerhausen, I always stay at the Sonnenhöfle. From there, you will reach the Torturmtheater by walking just a few hundred metres. On my way there, I always pass a kind of open-air antique shop. You can choose to your liking and take something, and you will be asked donate a little money.
Yesterday, they had the “Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Although I have it at home, I bought it to have something to read on the way back. It is the new edition of 1979. Miraculously, the original was edited as early as 1946.
After having watched Emma, I am in the mood to listen to the little prince and so I take a closer look at the book. On the first page, there is a surprising inscription. It says in neat handwriting:
“I always wanted to be like this little boy – a little stupid, not altogether aware of reality, a little dreamer, not from the “here”, more from the “there”. One who likes drawing elephants and could not draw anything else. – Maybe now you understand me a little better? Thinking of you – Yours P, August 1979″
The inscription moves me as much as the “Emma” I just watched. In August of 1979, I had just bought a house, but did not yet have any children. The first of our children was to be born in September 1980.
And as the evening progressed, I spent a long time remembering what it was like in those days – and how the small book might have come to end up in the Sommerhausen antique shop.
With tears in the eyes, I send my greetings from Feuchtwangen near Ansbach, approximately 90 kilometres from Sommerhausen today. Tomorrow, we will ride as far as we get towards Munich, probably to Nördlingen or Donauwörth. Let us wait and see.
RMD
(Translated by EG)
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