I remember when I was a child, that I had sometimes a “strange feeling” [ein seltsames Gefühl], that draw my attention to something or someone. Sometimes I felt the obligation to go to a place, to look after someone; if this was not possible I looked for the watch and noticed what time it was, trying to remember that. Later I would ask that person, what (s)he was doing at this time.
It’s gotten weaker when I grew older. It even vanished. But sometimes it is like an order, a command: Pick up the phone! Think of this person!
I call, I think, I wonder.

Monday is fine

Thank God, this weekend is over. It was no joy and fun. Let’s see what the new week will bring, it can only get better.

Going by train

I guess that I have to change my attitude towards getting up early. Yesterday morning the trains were in time, empty and – luxury! – even the windows were clean. I found a nice waggon with some blokes lying there and there, and it had a very relaxed, even friendly atmosphere (of course the smoker department). I met friendly conductors!
No adolescent burping-contest, no “business”-people spluttering in their portable in full cry, so that everybody gets it how important they are, no family trying out grandfather’s cheese-collection – that’s what I got on my way home. Sometimes it is very okay to wear the silver skull-ring a friend gave to me …

The archive gave a negative result: I found some dates that were necessary; it is proofed now that after a certain date no one with the familyname in question married or died in the area. They simply moved. I have a suspicion and to check this we have to make a trip to the countryside, because these registers are not (yet) filmed and so one must look into the originals on location. Hey – that’ll be even better than mondaymorningluxurytrains!

New Week, new archives

When you read this I sit in the choochootrain and go to another archives ready to find ancestors and answer thrilling questions: How many, how often and where?
I like it.
But I hate to get up in the middle of the night. Others may call it “the best time of the day” – it is in the middle of grey fog, nowhere, nothing – it is before 6 o’clock in the morning. Murderous. I hope these blokes know what I do for them.

Anyway: Have a good start in the week.