Swiss time was running out, so I travelled to Suebia by train. Nobody ever wanted to see travel documents from me, not even the conducteurs. I must ooze out respectability – or, more likely, total harmlessness. The trip itself was exhausting, emotionally & physically. I was glad after my return yesterday evening to crawl into my bed, I slept for ten hours or so. Sorry Norma, I have to beg your pardon, no pictures, of no chalet or something else, there was no time for these follies.
My stay on the Schwäbische Alb fell together with the only two foggy days there in living memory – at least that’s what I was told by Suebians, who did not become tired of praising the beauty of the landscape, the poetry of prospects and wideness of horizons. I want to believe. I’ll give it a second chance in summer.
Tomorrow morning the engine will be started again, business as usual for the next six weeks or so, nothing exciting to be expected, just routine – nothing to spare a thought about.
But well worth another thought is the amazing Vivica GENAUX (Ger., Eng.), who is specialised in pants roles (Eng.), Hosenrollen (Ger.), and thus “naturally” had to “do” HÄNDELs (Ger., Eng.) Rinaldo (Ger., Eng.). Here she sings Venti turbini, Rinaldo’s aria in act I, scene 9 :
Venti, turbini, prestate Winds, storms, lend
Le vostr’ali a questo piè. Your wings to my feet.
Cieli, numi, il braccio armate Heavens, gods, strengthen my arm
Contro chi pena mi diè. Against those who have caused me sorrow.
I hope you like the music. Over night spring arrived here, bushes and trees all of a sudden wear colours like stark yellow, several shades of white, diverse pink and rosè hues. It’s magick, every year again : Hope you can enjoy it !