Winter is different on Ameland. Unpredictable, lonely, unfamiliar, intense. As if nature were livelier, the elements more effervescent. One does not speak much, but listens. The wind, the sea, the fire in the fireplace.
It's been four years, my first solo trip. At that time I spent a few days alone in Amsterdam. How natural it is for me to travel alone today, I did not suspect, when I wrote these lines.
With this euphoric song of a three-year-old we are received on the train at the border crossing in the Netherlands. I'm also very excited, stop singing along and then ask me, was it so bad in Germany? Well no matter. We are finally here.