It’s more than a year ago now. We spent a day on the Wasserkuppe, a large plateau formation at an elevation of nearly 1.000m and the highest peak in the Rhön Mountains. Near the summit there is an airfield used by gliding clubs and pilots of light aircrafts and some crowded restaurants.

I spent the hours walking aimlessly around the plateau, the sun on my skin, the fresh air clearing my mind. Disappearing between the hikers, roamers and visitors, going unnoticed under the wide-open sky.