I spend my days commuting between work and friends in Regensburg and Munich. I still don’t feel like I can sit still anywhere again after the long journey. Maybe the change will remain my home. Regensburg. Dj Shantel is playing again. You can recognise beginners by the fact that they are afraid they might get wet because of the rain. I queue for 1.5 hours, then our reserved tickets aren’t there. In other words: we can’t get in. One night in many pubs.
Olli gets married. As he has a sense of humour, he slips on his 10m staircase the day before and breaks his nose. His boxer face prompts every other guest to joke “You should have told her earlier that the marriage wouldn’t work out.” . He takes it very calmly.
The wedding is at Adlersberg. Catholic weddings are always very sporty and fun. The constant ups and downs remind me of Oktoberfest without the beer mugs. They’re served outside in the beer garden a little later. Cakes, sandwiches and roast pork leave little room for drinks. The band is playing well, the sun is shining, the bride is kidnapped and freed, the evening is coming. I have to go.
In a suit and with a glass of water, I stand around somewhat out of place on Bismarckplatz in Regensburg at night. It’s nice. But somehow it’s always the same. I have to get going.
Frank Woelky, born in 1973. Kitesurfer since 1998. Since 2006, I have been combining kitesurfing and web design on trips lasting several months off the beaten track.