Stain-glass Eyes

In Dresden-Holden Taking the Picture Germany recently greeted this stranger with open arms for almost a month. Well, actually no arms but I felt instantly connected and it certainly wasn’t because of my grasp of the language. It felt like I was a small, glass marble in a children’s toy being placed at the top of a downward maze with many other marbles-sliding my way down. Gravity responsible for where we all landed. My responsibility was to catch buses, trains or subways with hundreds of steps before and after. Yet, once I was in the right direction I was the marble again. I looked out windows, grasped and gripped the hand rails (sometimes for dear life). I’d count the stops and watch the digital monitor (if there was one) to see if I could figure out when to get off to go to a resale shop, to find a nice cafe, to browse a book store, check out children’s toys or German-made pens and naturally a museum or two.   Just one of the Screenshots  I needed in case my phone died! I started in