I visited this little octagonal chapel on the island of Ruegen, Baltic Sea, with my mother. Inside some scripts and large oil paintings: how many sailors were not rescued, because heavy storms were outside. My mother made suicide, but her storms were made by politics and rules of social behaviour. She had not the power to keep her head above water, swimming in ideologies.
title=”Vitt – dorp in het noorden van het eiland Rügen / village in the North of the island of Rügen” – photo by Dietmut, kindly sent to my group BLOG IT!, click on the picture to enter her galleries on Flickr.com; she lives in The Netherlands and I like that her name is very similar to my real name Dietmar.
in the background: me, playing a song for her, she never heard – because she lived behind the Iron Curtain in East Germany, me in the West…