I was confused by the punk woman’s words again. For more of a thrill, on the train to Lübeck, I decide to give next attention to the book I received as a gift when I’m rested from my trip. I cannot stop thinking about the discussion with this man, this preacher. Or was he an angel? They are supposed to be the messengers of God, indeed. Maybe I find the solution in this little book later.

Hello Lübeck, here I have to change trains. During my journey direction Timmendorfer Strand, I shortly watch a man in a field doing his job. You reap what you sow, the preacher told me.

Timmendorfer Strand, Train Station, 10:30 a.m. Sunshine

Now I have to only traipse to my hotel. I save the costs for a cab. According to the homepage, Timmendorfer Strand offers all kinds of holiday past times services: seven kilometers pure sandy beaches, each square meter equipped with six lion’s mane jellyfish in addition to five golf courses. Then, the Great Promenade, for all showing off and being overlooked. Mundane, tres elegant and beautiful. All for shopping, highly exclusive, high quality and fiercely expensive. The one being rich has to have made some others poor first. The gap between poor and rich in this world seems to become larger daily. How can anyone talk about world peace, facing all this injustice?

Wind? There is none. I haven’t put on my jacket, the body sweats. With any cool breeze going, my open shirt would flap in the wind in the coolest style, and anyone could actually worship me. Worship that the upper part of my body is neither sexily trimmed nor shaven. Despite the fact that I’m not rich, I did book a high-class, well styled room in the Hotel Atlantis for a total of six days. Comfort and complacency shall be offered to the guest in any season. A price of 89 Euro per night causes one to come easyily to end up in the red.. But well, one rarely allows oneself anything, right?