Saturday, May 24, 2008

Another Perfect Day...

I'm still a little groggy from the cumulative crush of the tour, but these last three days in balmy, verdant Lüneburg have served as an extraordinary palliative. We saw so little of the city when we performed at Jekyll & Hyde - a street corner, an old tower, a mill pond, a laundromat, and a back room. Now, I know its winding paths, expansive parks, swimming holes, tree-lined boulevards, and many of its techno-besotted citizenry. It's as bucolic a city as I'd imagined, a perfect antidote to six weeks of convulsive (and exhilarating) blood-letting. Walking with Andre to pick up his daughters from kindergarten, buying them ices from the supermarket, giggling with them as we created absurd language games during the trek back to Universität, and later, enjoying deep, resonant conversations with Andre and Natasha, watching the first Winetou feature from 1963, laughing through the dutiful conventions of Raumpatrouille Orion, listening to Benga's insanely catchy "Night" while chopping vegetables for this evening's big feast - all of these fortuitous turns and unsuspected lacunae have been as important for me as the tour itself.

In the morning, a train to Hannover, and four days with the cool palm...

TS