 Six weeks of summer holidayI went to make holidays by the see. Six weeks at my grandparents and such escaped the strains of my first class at school. The journey began with the smell of the express train’s steam engine. By train to Putbus, then stumbled across many rails with my luggage, food etc. to the narrow gauge railway. Finally we, my mother, my godmother, my brother and I, arrived at Sellin western station. To be in Sellin in summer was like being in a refuge.The path to the beach seemed endless to me, from “Hauptstraße” no 1, past bakery Schmidt to the beach. There was e sticky, foamy substitute called ice cream. But the beach was as beautiful as ever, although the landing bridge had been destroyed by ice during the winter. Knospe’s ice bear apparently had not been called up for the army; that’s why this photograph could be taken. For the seven year old six weeks of summer holiday were endless and pleasant. Apart from this according to my memory the sun was always shining in Sellin.  |
