Listening to the Curonian Spit
The thrill of amber, or nature answers in German
.....In particular, I felt this on the Curonian Spit, on the brisk Baltic Sea shore with its waves. I shouted into the wind, “Grandma, Grandpa, I’ve come back!” And I heard their laughter.
And when I walked through the “forest of dancing trees” on the Curonian Spit and the strong winds were rustling through the boughs, I looked up at the sky and nature was whispering in German.....