I walked the way home from school once again

The wallbox at my home estate was out of order. As I have loaded my car at a charging station before, I did it now again at the center of the district village. After a distance of walk towards home, I recognized, that this has been my way to home decades ago. The weather was fine, and so I never walked in that hurry I did on the way home from school in my youth. Nearly every step now brought up memories.

Left side this is still the house of a friend. His mum invited my mother to work in her gardening company. Right at the other side of the street, where the new house with flats is now, there has been a field. I have been harvesting together with farming friends. This has been the same family, whose farming house now is broken away, giving place for a green meadow. Just the concrete of a well still reminds at the time, as the mother offered a fresh washed carrot to the child, that I have been. Far in a distance there is the tower of the church, where I have had my confirmation. A few steps further on at the meadow, I passed the place, where I have stolen a cabbage turnip from the field. Next there is a hole in the ground. This came up from the cellar, that has been under the house of the farmers who were living here before. In my youth I made this way a thousand of time by feet, or I even went by bicycle. Nowadays, it seems to me as if I have had a nice dream.

How long will all these meadows with the high grass in the middle of Vienna remain? Rabbits and deer sometimes come here to eat and rest in the grass. Will there come up houses with flats for people – strangers to each other? Where will the food grow for all these people? Will all this different believing of Christian, Moslem, Hindu enable people to be friendly to each other? Can this be a place for living further on? Will all these people have cars, or will they be able to walk miles from the early childhood till they are grown up? What about the waste aside the walk which I have never seen before in my youth? The waste came up with the new street, that is under construction right now. Tin cans, plastic folies, also some building material, that has no ability to give power to the food we need.

You never learn for live, live teaches you as time goes by. But nevertheless, be grateful for your teachers. As if your teachers are people, as if the time you live teaches you, or your teacher will be nature itself.