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Traces
„When did I first think (or say) Black Forest without meaning a black forest, but rather this low mountain range in the southwesternmost tip of Germany? When did I first wonder why this forest is supposed to be black when it is actually fir green?
By the time the TV series Die Schwarzwaldklinik (The Black Forest Clinic) came out, it was clear to me that the Black Forest was no longer a dark place where treasure hunters hide or where globalised Holländermichel temporarily turn people like Peter Munk into cynics. Black Foresters, according to my perception impaired by fields, forests and meadows and on topstrongly influenced by Hermann Hesse, ultimately know, like all those who have stayed at home, what is proper. They know this right life in the right way. Because that's how it's done here and not any other way. That's why you might as well forget about moving away.
When I finally moved away years ago, I began to refer to the Black Forest as my home for purely pragmatic reasons. It was a solution born of embarrassment. Where I lived, I was the stranger. The others were from here. What was I doing there? So I called the Black Forest my home, to reassure the others.
‘So you have a home too, a place of your own,’ they said. ‘You're someone like us, just from somewhere else. Eventually you'll go back there, while we stay here. You'll be back in your place of your own, and we'll stay here in ours.’
I'm not looking for a cosy home. I'm looking for traces that remind me of places I must have visited for the first time at some point."
Till Heene, July 2025
Skies
"I don't understand how anyone could prefer an aisle seat to a window seat on an aeroplane.
Bladder weakness, convenience?
But then you have to annoy the people sitting next to you. Maybe that's how you get into conversation with them?
Claustrophobia?
The best antidote is the fleeting landscapes outside."
Till Heene, July 2025