I stroll through my neighborhood and landing in Speyer, that ancient city, which was indeed founded by the Romans as a city, but as a settlement is much older. For over 5000 years people live. A troubled history has seen this Speyer was destroyed several times, the magnificent Dom should be torn down and even the Jewish population was wiped out equal number of times. A swampy area
once was. Malaria has been raging here. But has since been completely wiped out: Firstly, the engineer Johann Gottfried Tulla the Rhine in a tight corset and wiped out its tributaries and wetlands, then came the BASF and gave the Anopholes mosquitoes of the rest
Today, the French revolutionary troops disappeared. The Swedish mercenary armies as one looks in vain as the malaria mosquito and the Roman merchants. The new plague Speyer are the tourists. You drive slowly through the narrow streets and then slow down suddenly and without warning. They go in the pedestrian zone three of side by side and are always slower, just to weave in the moment when one sets to Übeholen, suddenly. They hang around on Domnapf (his story should be told at this point once) and do not just go out of the picture. This is extremely annoying!
Why is the guy now on its side? I just want to quickly get an idea of the facade of the cathedral. Where the Swedish mercenaries, if you need them? Because I realize that the man why not go away, because he also just want to make a quick picture of the cathedral. So I take it easy with, consider it as part of the subject. Finally, Tourists are now so of course the city, and that would be without Domfoto kamerabehängte tourists as incomplete, as one without scaffolding.
On the way back I'm so forgiving. I handle the Touristenpulks smile widely, to people in the cafes that spend their money there and thus ensure in Speyer for jobs. Finally, I still find this futuristic phone booth, the colored light magic on the pavement. I make a nice picture of the cathedral, with the cell phone and with the awesome lighting effects. On this screen, but a man can be seen, and which is not a tourist but a native-bred, their Saturday shopping done. I'm happy again.
Actually, I am also a tourist in Speyer.
