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SENT CARD # 8 & # 12: The London Olympics and one proud German

Let the games begin… ehmm, sorry, continue…

Unless you live behind the moon or in the pampa without any communication whatsoever you should’ve noticed that the world’s top athletes have gathered for the Olympic Games in London. Since I started my apprenticeship/new job last wednesday I haven’t had too much time to really watch it but I’m following the action on my iPhone. I love the London 2012 Results app. It’s so easy to stay updated on all the sports I’m interested in.

Well, even though you might think I’m a sports fanatic here, I’m really not. On one hand it’s really sad and pathetic because it feels very halfhearted when I cheer for my nation’s athletes during the Olympics but could give – excuse my language – shit about what they are competing in in the four years inbetween the Games. And I want to go as far as to say that the majority of people are the same way. ¬†On the other hand – does it really matter? The Olympics are a huge event and remind people of how important sports are for us all and how it can bring everyone closer together. Isn’t it great that the Olympics can interest people in sports that usually don’t pay much attention to it in their lives?

Okay, so no matter how you think about it all, I’m proud of all the athletes and as a passionate equestrian especially happy about the medals the German riders and their brave horses have won for my home country so far. I wish I could be in London right now to see it all in real life and feel the Olympic spirit. As William Dunbar once said: “London, thou art the flower of cities all!”. I once combined this quote with one of my many photographs of The Clock Tower, now Elizabeth Tower, to create a postcard for postcrossing-member and London fan Ksyusha from the Ukraine:

SENT CARD #12: DE-1074648 to Ksyusha (UKRAINE); Distance traveled: 902 miles (1452 km); Days traveled: 32 days;

Here are a couple more of my London photographs. Besides the fact that all larger cities have their muddy and dark alleys, London is very beautiful and definitely a real “queen” ūüôā

But as this postcard to Nastya from Russia proves: My hometown Soltau is a great place to be as well but Home Sweet Home is – generally speaking – always a wonderful place to be ūüôā right?!

SENT CARD #8: DE-1053111 to Nastya (RUSSIA); Distance traveled: 914 miles (1471 km) ;Days traveled: 34 days;

Now, I don’t want to hold you up any longer and let you get back to cheering for your athletes! Have fun following the excitement wether in front of your TV, using the app on your smartphone, reading about it in your newspaper or online, or maybe even live in London… Have fun!


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RECEIVED CARD #3.2 – No pumpkin please!

Dear Friends,

Are you in love right know? Do you want to marry one day?

Martyn, my littel fictious Ukranian from a small 19th century village in the Portava region, would answer both questions with “Yes”.
Today he’s gathered all his courage to propose to his love Lubya and it’s time for her to give¬†him the answer:

All eyes were on Lyuba. She stood at the large wooden table looking at the two items in front of her: A pumpkin and a beautifully embroidered linen towel. ¬†Turning her head to look at him she pursed her lips and picked up the pumpkin. Feeling it’s weight, considering it – considering Martyn.

Lyuba was making a game out of this, enjoying his state of unease and relishing the power she was holding over him in this moment. Martyn hadn’t even taken the precaution to come at night. Everyone in town would know.¬†Please God, not the pumpkin, he silently pleaded.

In his head he was already mapping out the least crowded route to his home, when she put the pumpkin back on the table. The tension in him eased a bit but her fingers still caressing it, she smiled at Martyn. Just a little mischievous smile that made his heart skip a beat again. She couldn’t do this to him. She simply wouldn’t. Or would she?

Then Lyuba came up to him. 

Hands behind her back, holding on to the towel she had embroidered as a girl for this very occasion, she now stood right in front of him. Not giving it a second thought, she slung the towl around his neck and pulled him down by the ends of it. Forgetting all about tradition, she planted a kiss right onto the surprised man’s lips.¬†He was hers now, her husband-to-be!¬†

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