a talent for things

Wed, 17th April, 2019

awake, lazy holidays, there is work to be 

done today, but much later.

In the old manor house again, up in the

corner room, the relics of the owners of the house, their travels in books on every available surface.

Travel books. Novels. guide books. The room is

a deposit of past travels, of a life spent travelling

To Africa, Tibet, India an China.

Wonders for one who has never really been

outside Europe.

get up. The son is grumpy, he claims to have

wanted to be up earlier. But he was not, he

is full of sleep now, and blames all available

persons.

Get dressed. There is no shower. So there is

no hot water to enjoy. But it does not

matter. Fresh socks, a fresh pair off pants,

all packed in Landshut for the two weeks away from home.

Later, the son is at his computer learning his

Latin words for school. He may never be a great

scholar but he needs to pass his exams.

And it is great to be in the peace of the brothers

sitting room, the youngest brother, the one

with the talent for gardens and buildings.