This
morning, I went for a long trip on my bicycle, haven’t had the time since long.
A long trip means to me also, to capture many impressions and surprises.
There were
the workers at the columns of the electric power line waving their arms to
greet me – far away from Hurghada, in the middle of nowhere. The drivers of the
forty-ton lorries passed by me with a decent space, horning and waiving.
But
something else attracted my attention: about five meters away from the road, I
saw something small, unusual in the sand. White ribbons where flapping in the
wind… I cycled on, yet after some meters I stopped and went back. I put my
bicycle on the ground and after few steps, I reached…
… the
memorial. Jakob, 22 years old, died here on August 12, 2010, in a car accident.
The flapping ribbons carried greetings in German, English, French and Arabic. I
was deeply touched.
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