"About Wadden people and Indians"
It always blows a light wind over the wide country. The air tastes of salt. As my feet sink a little bit into the fine sands of the beach, my gaze loses itself in the endlessness of the sea. It is a country with its very own history of freedom that has shaped people and life here. This is East Frisia, my home.
With "van Wattlüü un Indioners" I would like to invite you to discover my native Eastfrisia in a new way. I grew up in this wide country on the North Sea coast. It has shaped me and left in me pictures and stories reflected in themed trips. This is how the site builds up steadily. We speak our own language, which unfortunately is threatened with extinction and so I started writing down my stories in my mother tongue.
I think it's a shame when these memories are lost because they are the connection to my roots. Perhaps you can find yourself in one story or another.
During my journey through my childhood, I rummaged through old photo albums to find a suitable picture for a story. Then my eyes fell on a photo that showed two children wearing feather headdresses. Memories returned. As children we played that we are "Indians" and I wonder where we got this knowledge from back then for this game. A fascination that was so strange to us and yet seemed familiar.
Just as a seagull accompanies a ship that sets sail or accompanies it back to its home port, I want to let my mind wander freely to find answers to the questions that arise as I write my stories.
A few excerpts from my stories and micro-adventures can be found here and are embedded in the journeys between time and space. They are influenced by my childhood and are closely linked to the history and peculiarities of my East Frisian homeland.
Van Wattlüü un Indioners is like a book, an infinite story that grows with every memory, every word and every thought.
