In Free Fall

[EPILOGUE]

AS YOU TAKE OFF TOWARD THE NORTHEAST, Freiburg looks less like a city than a carpet of colors flowing into each other. A shimmering rainbow mass. No one could say whether he is a part of it or it is a part of him. A mosaic of roofs on which the morning sun lavishes its golden tones. The quicksilver ribbon of the Dreisam winds its way through. You can float on the bluish air like it is water. The mountains call the birds home. The birds report their news.

It went something like this, we say.