In the maw of the dragon

My texts assume that you have read Denis’ texts beforehand. Otherwise what I write will be confusing. It also makes no sense for me to retell everything that Denis has already reported.

We had a chat last night. I thanked Denis for his good motivation and his counting on the tour in the maw of the dragon. I felt like that all day. I’ve experienced a lot of heat in my life and have coped well with it, but this day was simply different to any before. With every breath I took, I had the hot air of the dragon in my throat and Denis has described everything else.

I have a lot on my mind. It was clear that the young conscripts liked Denis. (He was an instructor in a special unit of the German Armed Forces) Denis has a very motivating and positive manner that literally pulls you along. It’s a good thing that he realized his pacifist convictions and has been on a completely different vibe for many years now. This motivates people in a wide variety of areas. I go further in my thoughts, often for things that are not beneficial for humanity and our Mother Earth.

An experience that I literally had on my bike yesterday. Motivation helps me get at least seven times further than I think I can. Your own thoughts play a role. Whether I trust myself or not. No matter what it’s about. Even if you think you’re almost going to throw up from the effort, you usually keep going, on every level.

Fascinating that the situation itself with the people was very nice again. Not because we receive things as gifts, although that is also part of it. People give something of themselves to me. A rose, a smile, nectarines, a handshake. I find it fascinating because each individual passes on a piece of motivation to the cyclist. Without people knowing how tired I was at the time. Well, you could probably see my red head. So it’s a nice thought how we can all motivate ourselves daily in a positive, loving direction.

I would like to take this opportunity to motivate you to think about your green streak again. I only experienced what shadows mean again yesterday. So hang in there. Donate or tell lots of people about the mountain forest project. That Mother Earth is alive and that we will still need trees tomorrow!

When we arrive in the town of Comrat, I get off my bike and keep an eye on both of them while Denis enquires about the accommodation. The dragon has disappeared, as if I had blinked my eyes and dreamed it all. However, he left some of his fire on my body. My legs have heat rashes (sun allergy), my head is as red as a match and I don’t even want to talk about my pops. Children come running again and naturally have lots of questions. In Russian, of course. It is similar to the city of Vulkanesti. The children are very nice, not over-excited, on the contrary, they listen carefully to what I say and step back a little when I ask them to. I also learn a little from them every time. For example, something about the language or the willingness to help.

The next morning I visit a pharmacy to put an end to the dragon’s fire on my legs. When I enter the pharmacy, I realize that it is a large room with a cubicle in which the actual pharmacy is located. Another door leads to the doctor’s room at the back. There is a window in front of the cabin through which I take a friendly look at an astonished lady and tell her about the heat, the cycling and the red spots on my legs and show them to her live. Many ladies on the outside are actively involved in the diagnosis. It doesn’t take long before a smart doctor is called. Sun allergy she says, do I want a shot in the butt or in the arm? I don’t want an injection anywhere, I tell her and think to myself that my bottom doesn’t want an injection either. He’s already had enough of cycling anyway. I am quickly prescribed calcium tablets, allergy tablets and a cream. The doctor tells me that I can go out in the sun until eleven o’clock and then not again until seven o’clock. Wear a hat and long clothes. Not that my Russian is that good, but what she advises is logical. She gives me another friendly smile, strokes my arm and after making sure I’ve understood everything, she disappears. I thank the ladies in the room, tell them again to their delight how great I think Moldova is and then I’m gone.

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