Somewhere over the hills, behind the clouds.....

...lies a small town called Graefenberg.

Last weekend the market place of this town turned into a medieval village with a stage. 

Before I could go to that place I attended the school leaving celebration at the school of our youngest daughter. She wanted to celebrate that day with her friends rather than her old parents, so I went to the station and travelled south towards sunny Nuremberg. From there a local train took me straight into a heavy thunder storm and when I reached my destination a water fall fell from heaven. Although I had a rain coat and umbrella, it was far too much water to walk anywhere. I took shelter at a bus stop and luckily a bus arrived and took me up the steep hill near the market place.

There my friends of the band Dunkelschoen were waiting with the other bands in the room of a driving school until the rain would stop. Right then the lighting was on top of us and we heard it strike somewhere near by. Later we learned, that the lightning had gone into an electricity line and melted two cash register at two shops not far from the venue. I suppose the guardian angels did their best to save the festival!

Finally the rain stopped and I could set up all the things I like to sell at the concerts of Dunkelschoen and decorate my "shop" with lights, candles and ivy.

The headliner of that day had their stuff already on display, but the first band came last, as the don't have a help to sell their stuff. The drummer set up the CDs and some small things, like button. As he was needed on stage during the concert, I offered to keep an eye on his stuff and try to sell some of it.

When Dunkelschoen went on stage, a friend offered to keep an eye on my goodies, so I could take some photos and enjoy a few songs in front of the stage. It's amazing, but I still feel the magic of these special musicians and their music - after more than 30 concerts. They make me feel completely happy and content.

For one song they ask for help from the audience and they keep everyone clapping to one of the songs getting faster and faster. The rest of the programm I send my friend to the stage and listened to the music from my stall. 

Unfortunately most of the inhabitants of Graefenberg had gone to bed or fled during the thunder storm and there were rather few people at the festival, which was extremely sad for the organiser, but also for the bands playing until midnight.

While the last band was on stage, we packed our stuff and travelled for 3,5 hours at night to a hotel at the place of the next concert on Saturday.

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