21. Report - 27/11/21 - Black Forest Cake & priestly family

Black Forest Cake

A street café in which the refrigerator is full of black forest cakes. I have nice feelings about my home in Baden, where the Black Forest is and I order a piece. It tastes very sweet and has little to do with the original. Since the owner speaks good English, I show him via Google where the original comes from and how it is made. And because I'm so lively in a teacher mood, I also invent that the cherries on the Black Forest symbolize the red wool balls on the Gutacher Bollenhut, a famous traditional hat which is traditionally worn by unmarried women. I never heard this interpretation before, but it sounds nice and may impress the other person.

Bollenhut

But the cake doesn't sit well on my stomach. Maybe it's because of the made up boast. Or my rude dismissive reaction to a local is to blame, who previously insistently annoyed me with unsolicited recommendations. I also annoyed him because instead of answering his questions, I smugly recommended this blog to him.

A sickly weak basic feeling arises. - In the afternoon I ask at a temple if I could spend the night there.

Priest for Krishna

The Shiva priest is nice and his wife's face radiates a deep warmth. She says that her father always exuded smiling friendliness.

The son joins them too. In contrast to his father, who as a Shiva priest has three horizontal stripes on his forehead, the son wears the vertical stripes of a Krishna priest. He began his career as a business advisor and now serves as a priest in two temples. He asks me for immigration information for his brother who wants to apply as an engineer in Germany.