Amrum in August 2013. The Strandbar, a beach bar in which we settle often in the early afternoon hours of the days of this holiday on a Nordsee Insel back in good old Germany feels like an unexpected transfer back to my childhood in the 80s.
An event stage has been mounted for a concert of a local band this evening. In the meantime, kids are using it for their show – including my children.
Others are having mindless fun playing with a shower at the exit of the beach, safely observed by the lifeguard from his balcony on the first floor of the Strandbar, a redbrick building that was most probably build 30 years ago.
In the meantime, the Strandbar underwent some lifting – its branding , its signs and slogan are actually quite fancy.
The people hanging out on the outside terrace close to the playground and right at the beginning of the seemingly endless beach are discussing varying subjects of significance. Strandburgen are being built. A pullover is being knitted. The advertisement slogan of Jever beer is still the same it was in 1980.
I feel unexpectedly at home, which is admittedly difficult to explain. Mostly at home watching the children having mindless fun with the shower and the stage, in this weird redbrick environment at the beginning of the beach.