Wanderlust: A Mountain Pasture in the Swiss Alps

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Katharina Afflerbach. Wanderlust: A Mountain Pasture in the Swiss Alps

CONTENTS

This story is also their story:

WAKING UP

BEFORE. In Love

Bags Packed

FIRST MOUNTAIN SUMMER. Ascent

The First Day

Uncharted Territory

The Cattle, The Madness!

Free

Moments

The Course of Events

Contacts

Phenomena

Equilibrium

DNA

Wood

Harvest

Mother’s Love and Father’s Pride

Getting By

Descent

Bye Bye

VALLEY WINTER. In Between

Making Decisions

Alp Fever

SECOND MOUNTAIN SUMMER. There

The Same

Underneath

Sky Blue

Together

Wood Week

Fragile

Gallop

Foothold

No Chance

Stardust

Lunar Eclipse

CITY WINTER. Turntable

Yes

Running

Reset

Underwater

THIRD MOUNTAIN SUMMER. Steep

Routine

Woman Farmer

Softened

Sharing

Mountain Festival

Alpine Macaroni

Peace

Lighthouse

Memento

Magic Clouds

Three Minutes

FROM THE HEART, THANK YOU

GLOSSARY

Imprint

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Waking Up

In Love • Bags Packed

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When I moved in a year and a half ago, what happened was exactly I didn’t need on a day like this: first, an illegally parked car in the narrow one-way street blocked the parking space ordered from the public order office, and then the moving truck blocked the whole street until the authorities had located the owner. That wasn't funny back then, especially since I had already experienced this game on the same day when I moved out of the Hamburg apartment in the morning.

I quickly abandon my observation post, jump down the stairs and place myself in the parking lot as a human bollard, just to be safe . I patrol up and down. Look up to my old home on the first floor. Sprint to the bakery on the corner to get rations for the moving team. And that's when it happens: in my brief absence, a fat limousine has made itself comfortable in the middle of my parking space. I'm looking at the clock. In seven minutes, the truck will be arriving. Jesus Christ! And heaven actually sends them just at this moment, the black angels from the public order office of the city of Cologne, to whom I promptly complain of my predicament. They clatter away through the little kiosks and bakeries in the neighborhood and finally bring the parking sinner to the space, who drives off with his tail between his legs. He will never know that my helpers came by sheer fortune, not with the truck but with the van, and that the space for manoeuvring and loading would have been enough despite the offending limo. "Oh, we must have caught the wrong one," the driver greets me as I approach him about his small vehicle in the large parking space. "But you don't have that much, do you?"

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