This was my “world” for the past seven years.
That is the current view from our living room while the sun is going down. Fortunately the neighbor from across the street cut down some big trees. Those trees were spruce, and they have often been planted as monoculture in Germany for the woodworking industry for many years. This has damaged the soil and the ecosystem very badly; the spruce wood was very weak because of its rapid growth, and such trees often fell during storms.
Since the neighbor has cut some spruces, we can enjoy great sunsets like this one at home.
We will leave this village in a few months; we have finally found another apartment in the small town where my children are going to school.
As beautiful as it is here, I feel strange. I have lived in Bavaria for almost 30 years, and I feel strange. I don’t know why.
Recently I read a blog post from a bilingual therapist. She gives advice on how Germans should deal with Americans, and when I read that Americans who live in Germany often suffer from the very serious and formal behavior of the Germans and they feel rejected if they are not understood by the Germans with their enthusiastic nature, I realized: “Oh, now I know what my problem is! I am American!” 😀
Germans tend to react seriously and cautiously around enthusiastic people. I don’t know why, but Germans are also often pessimistic and they always look at the downsides of a thing first. That’s really hard for me and sometimes I let this behavior infect me. It requires a lot of awareness to realize this negative stream in my mind and then to get rid of it.
Then I see such a gorgeous play of colors in the sky and I believe in miracles again.