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Frankfurt am Main

Frankfurt is well-known for a couple of things: large metropolitan area, largest European financial centre (major banks have their headquarters here, including the European Central Bank), gateway to trans-Atlantic flights through its airport and one of the few cities in Europe with a large collection of skyscrapers (sometimes called Mainhattan). Part of the German state of Hesse, it is close to the geographic center of the European Union and about a quarter of its population consists of foreigners (the Romanians are the 6th largest group of foreigners as of 2017). Despite this, you are quite lost if you don’t speak German. I took some photos while in a short visit and I do hope to return so as to utterly enjoy this city.

Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof…

… the Frankfurt Main Central Station.

View of the main entrance in the Hbf.

The Frankfurt Skyline, from left to right:
– Tower 185 – PricewaterhouseCoopers
– MesseTurm – Goldman Sachs & Reuters
– City-Haus – Deutsche Zentral-Genossenschaftsbank
– Westendstraße 1 – Headquarters of DZ Bank.

The Frankfurt Skyline, from left to right:
– Silberturm – Deutsche Bahn
– Taunusturm – Tishman Speyer
– Main Tower – Landesbank Hessen-Thüringen & Standard & Poor’s
– Gallileo – Commerzbank
– Eurotower – Headquarters of the European Central Bank.

Flughafen Frankfurt…

… the Frankfurt Airport – Terminal 1.

Outside the Terminal.

Wiesbaden

Wiesbaden is the capital of the federal state of Hesse and part of the Frankfurt Metropolitan Area, together with Frankfurt am Main, Darmstadt and Mainz. In fact, Mainz is just in front of Wiesbaden, on the other side of the Rhine River (Mainz is in the state of Rhineland-Palatinate), and Frankfurt (also part of the state of Hesse) is about 40 km to the east or half an hour maximum by highway. “Baden” is translated by “spa” or “bath”, since there are thermal springs in the area. Wiesbaden is also a hub for the United States Army, being the home to the US Army Europe Headquarters. Here are some photos of this city.

Biebrich Palace – one of the main sights of Wiesbaden.

Bonifatiuskirche – another important sight.

Bonifatiusplatz.

Luisenplatz.

Luisenstraße.

Wiesbaden Academy for Psychotherapy…

… the headquarters of my school of Positive Psychotherapy.

Bonifatiusplatz and the side of Bonifatiuskirche.

Friedrichstraße on a rainy day.

Galeria Kaufhof.

On Being Born

There are plenty of people who are not yet born. They all seem to be here, they walk about, but as a matter of fact, they are not yet born, because they are behind a glass wall, they are in the womb. They are in the world only on parole and are soon to be returned to the fullness where they started originally. They have not formed a connection with this world; they are suspended in the air; they are neurotic, living the provisional life.

It is most important that you should be born; you ought to come into this world; otherwise you cannot realize the self, and the purpose of this world has been missed. It is utterly important that one should be in this world, that one really fulfills the germ of life which one is. Otherwise you can never start Kundalini; you can never detach. You simply are thrown back, and nothing has happened; it is an absolutely valueless experience.

You must believe in this world, make roots, do the best you can, even if you have to believe in the most absurd things, to believe, for instance, that this world is very definite, that it matters absolutely whether such-and-such a treaty is made or not. It may be completely futile, but you have to believe in it, have to make it almost a religious conviction, merely for the purpose of putting your signature under the treaty, so that trace is left of you. For you should leave some trace in this world which notifies that you have been here, that something has happened.

If nothing happens of this kind you have not realized yourself; the germ of life has fallen, say, into a thick layer of air that kept it suspended. It never touched the ground, and so never could produce the plant. But if you touch the reality in which you live, and stay for several decades if you leave your trace, then the impersonal process can begin. You see, the shoot must come out of the ground, and if the personal spark has never gotten into the ground, nothing will come out of it; no creative core or Kundalini will be there, because you are still staying in the infinity that was before.

Carl Jung, the Kundalini Seminar.

Kronstadt

Brașov (Kronstadt in German, Brassó in Hungarian) is one of the biggest cities in Transylvania and one of the seven old German burgs of Siebenbürgen. Its metropolitan area is quite big, making it the most difficult city to drive through in Romania, except perhaps only for the capital city. Strong touristic gateway to Carpathian Mountains, close enough to Bucharest so as to attract a huge crowd, it was built on the place of an ancient Dacian community by Teutonic knights sent to fortify the Burzenland area (Țara Bârsei). A crossroads city, it resembles to Bucharest in many ways; compared to it, Sibiu is a tranquil and cozy place. My photos will take you through the old town.

This is the Council House (Casa Sfatului), the former mayor’s office, now the History Museum. It lies in the middle of Marktplatz or the Council Square (Piața Sfatului), the main square of the old town.

The pink building to the right is the Muresenilor House, hosting the Toy Museum.

The West corner of the square.

In the background is the famous view of the Black Church (Biserica Neagră), apparently the biggest Gothic church in South-East Europe. Built in 1477, it was blackened by the smoke from the 1689 great fire.

To the left is the Museum of Urban Civilization and in the background is the Tâmpa Mountain, symbol of the city (it writes “Brasov” on its summit).

One can visit Tâmpa by a cable car, for an astonishing panoramic view of the region.

The East side of the square with the beginning of the “shopping” Republicii Street.

Here is a detail of this famous shopping street.

Muresenilor Street with the Brasov Citadel on the top of it.

And the other direction of the same street.

The massive Black Church.

With some details…

and just next to it is a statue of Honterus.

Johannes Honter brought the Lutheran reform to the Germans in Transylvania.

The Şchei Gate, separating the Romanian Şchei district from the German inner town; Romanians had to pay a fee to get into the city.

The Catherine’s Gate, the only original gate to have survived from medieval times.

The Rope Street (Schnurgässchen), the narrowest street in Romania and one of the narrowest in Europe.

Typical roads in the city centre.

Mühlbach

Sebeș (Mühlbach) was one of the seven main cities of Transylvania (Siebenbürgen), being built by the Transylvanian Saxons. Today its glory has mostly vanished, but it is still remembered for being a crossroad city (two main European roads and a highway), an important gateway to mountain tourism (Transalpina) and for its German heritage. Now under the administration of Sebes, the village of Lancrăm (Langendorf) is known everywhere in Romania as the birthplace and the final resting place of Lucian Blaga, one of the most important Romanian poets (my favourite poet).
Personally, every time I visit this city I can’t avoid seeing the gigantic wood processing factory next to the highway, a factory which, although providing jobs for the communities around, is responsible for most of the deforestation taking place in this area; this uncontrollable activity, mixed with corruption and lack of law reinforcement, casts a shadow on this beautiful place. Sebes is also known for the fact that, after the completion of the highway nearby, it has held a gigantic party in the street, when people celebrated the extinction of the infinite rows of vehicles blocking the city (nowadays it still remains a crowded place due to the fact that, ironically, the highway itself gets blocked, so people still use the old roads).
The photos that follow are taken in a small area around the Lutheran church, Stadtpfarrkirche Mühlbach. The weather was cold and windy, and the people I encountered were overtly aggressive when I tried to take photos of their buildings, so I had to stop. However, I took some shots of the Lutheran church, the nearby Saint James’s Chapel, then the Fortress Street (photos 7 & 9) with the the Semicircular Tower (photos 7 & 8). The last photos are random shots of the German city wall… still standing and defying time.