So I’m hopping on the train once again and heading first to the northernmost tip of Germany on the Baltic Sea, where my mum lives. The house is slowly becoming too big for her (especially the garden, which needs a lot of looking after) and we’re currently trying to sell it.
The Baltic Sea is cold (18° one day, the next 20°, depending on where the wind comes from), but I go for a swim anyway, playing in the unusually high waves and thinking: this is the last time.
