by Johann Aeschlimann | Apr 30, 2024 | letters
Dear L and J If yesterday was a bitch, physically speaking, today was one in all other respects. The plan followed the map, and the route showed promise: Along the Werra river, mostly on bikepaths, lots of nature, the works. Problem was, that after about one mile the...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Apr 30, 2024 | letters
Dear L and J, My International Women’s Day began very beautiful and ended as a bitch. The task at hand was crossing the big watershed between East and West Germany, the so called Mittelgebirge, an assortment of mountain ranges best compared with the Appalachians....
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 28, 2024 | letters
Two weeks. *** It is shocking to see how wide a difference two weeks’ passing of time can make. Two weeks and three days after she took her last feeble breaths, our mother’s presence has sunk to the bottom. Processed into memory. Gone for good. No use in making that...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 9, 2024 | letters
Dear L and P, “Glück im Unglück”, say the Germans. Good fortune wrapped into bad luck. That’s what struck this morning. I intended to start riding a bit later because I first wanted to see an exhibition, but when I looked at my bike, departure was delayed even more. I...
by Johann Aeschlimann | Mar 9, 2024 | letters
Dear L an P, My intention was to follow the Saale river, then veer off and ride to Weimar or even Erfurt. Fat chance. The Komoot app leads me in the wrong direction (my bad, I trusted the robot more than my instinct). Good thing was that I got to pass the immense...
