We’d laugh, race each other, admire nature and speak about… life. These were the beautiful moments on the way to/ atop Olympia Hill that I shared with my parents during their stay here in the last few weeks of 2015.
I am convinced that one of the best moments one will ever have in life would take place during a session of engaging in sports. Endorphins released during exercise lifts one’s mood and essentially enables one to assume the best version of oneself – embraced in bliss, contentment and feeling as free as a bird. Endorphins are so very wonderful.
Mum had just arrived (it was probably only a day or two after touchdown), was battling a bit of jet lag and sun exposure was on the top of our to-do list so Mum could settle down comfortably in Munich, just like Dad did a week prior to her arrival. (Circadian rhythms are the roughly 24-hour biological rhythms that drive changes within humans and most other organisms. Usually these rhythms align with the environment’s natural light and dark cycle – whether circadian rhythms align with the environment is determined by factors such as exercise, melatonin, and light.) Simply put, the exposure to sunlight will help your brain adjust to the new time zone.
During one of our first trips to Olympiapark, we came across little boys sitting atop stairs by the sidewalk, offering passers-by packets of all sorts of gemstones – I can’t vouch for whether they were genuine – selling at 2 Euros per packet (the boys had lovingly packed them into small red packets – similar to hong baos – and taped the top flap down onto the packet to seal it up; I found it adorable how the taping revealed that the boys had no intention for neatness, they just wanted to get the job done… if the gemstones didn’t fall out, the taping, to them, is already a success story).
Dad asked them where they got all the gemstones from (they had hundreds and hundreds of them and were still filling more ‘hong baos’ even as we conversed) and they said that their Aunt runs a jewellery business and had too many extras so the three of these kiddies inherited these beautiful stones. They reminded me of the times my sister and I would engage in sales as young children in the comforts of our living room and behind an array of keychains, tissue paper packets, badges, hair clips, …
The weather was very very kind to us that day – a surprise, considering we had perpetual rain for the past week – and I was so thankful that Mum could get a substantial amount of sunlight to help her make the transition from time zone to time zone that much easier.
As usual, playfulness and youth peppered the time we spend together. I miss these the most when I go back to December. *cue Swift’s ‘Back To December’*
I thought this was in preparation for some upcoming New Year’s celebration, but suddenly slides, ramps and so many other sorts of fancy structures (I’ll upload pictures of the final set-up some time soon) started appearing everywhere – snaking around/ above peak of hills and across walking paths to have its end located right smack in the middle of the floating platform.
When a week later, a poster of “RedBull Crashed Ice” was put up on poster billboards located in close proximity of Olympiapark, everything made sense.
My Dad loves posing, as You can probably tell by now…
… and I? I love being on the other side of the camera. I love taking pictures of Dad just loving life and doing his thing.
Engaging in exercise in the midst of so much natural beauty somehow always tricks me into feeling as though I had been teleported into some magical place where worries don’t exist and where negatives don’t either. Nature does an immaculate job at bringing me to my happy place and I can only hope that the greens will always have a place on our planet despite the rapid appearance of grey, concrete jungles in replacement of pristine parks and mellow meadows.
The sky looked so perfect that day, it almost seems photoshopped or straight out of a painting. It’s quite inspiring how nature does so effortlessly well at being flawless.
“Taskeee* wait for Mama**…”
* “Taskee” is my Mum’s version of my nickname, “Taschki” (Dad gave it to me at a very young age).
** Mum refers to herself in third person, i.e. “Mama”.
“Wait wait wait, I can… 1, 2, 3, hoooop!” Mum utters as she makes her way up onto the metal fence.
“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.” – Samuel Ullman
Please never let Your souls grow old.
Golden moments spent under golden sunshine shared with golden people.
Now these pictures with Mum were taken over a spread of several trips to the Olympiapark and the picture of three of us was taken during our last trip there together. Every picture from this point on were only with Dad and I’d be lying if I said that Mum’s absence didn’t feel like a sting in my heart.
I spotted this bird precariously perched atop a twig on this tree. It was shifting its weight slightly – a little pressure to the left, then to the right, then to the left again. Other than the slight movements, though, he was still… free from disturbance, agitation, or commotion. Simple serenity.
No no Dad isn’t a magician of any sort (that is, if You were wondering why his shadow didn’t correspond with the picture taken), the sculpture was about fifty metres away from my while Dad was probably just five. We made do without the leaning tower of Pisa. *wink*
“Watch me jump! I’m going to juuuummmmmpppp!”
“Did You get it?”
*drowned in fits of laughter* “Yes! Yes I did, Papa!”
“… and now with TWO hands!!”
Here we had reached a part of a hill that had patches of grass on it sheltered from the sun’s warm embrace. These patches of grass were the ones You’d find hiding behind the enormity of taller stalks of grass. These patches of grass were the ones You’d find with frozen morning dew on them because the sun couldn’t pierce through the taller patches. These patches of grass were the ones Dad was pointing towards.
We did a U-turn, then a left and then a right onto Werner-Seelenbinder Weg where we met a woman, her adorable smiling toddler and her surprisingly (I say “surprisingly” because Dad is usually very good with animals) agitated dog chasing and barking at Dad as he jogged by.
We found out later during a friendly conversation with the woman that her little Jack Russell has a fear of running humans… Oh what a laugh the three of us shared!