This all happens today. And tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Oh, that song. „Goddess on the Highway“, from Mercury Rev. Greetings from one of my beloved „Missions Impossible“, I‘m heading to Grainau, will arrive tonite. It‘s a small archetypal Bavarian village at the „Zugspitze“, the highest mountain of Germany, south of München. A special psychological task force at work. And back to the lucid dreaming camp anyway. No goddess in my car, but a bag of apples and mineral water for the road. And memories I‘m so fond of: Julio Cortazar‘s strange holidays with Carol Dunlop. Let‘s believe in happy endings, and the mountain goats of Grainau. Or is it Greinau, I‘m a stranger here. Die Berge erscheinen mir Freund des Meeres ein wenig unheimlich, bei der Anreise. I‘m traveling without my true Amazon, so I can be booked for psychological advice and campfire stories.