In summer 1996 Hen and I rode the Vespa over this pass, I forgot, what's his name, but on the other side below was Schangnau. There we followed a very bubbling stream, so far, until the stream sank into a kind of rock face. I do not know, whether that was already an offshoot of the seven stallions. Hen's misfit was very soft, we rode all day and by evening we had the entire upper Emmental behind us, the sun went down in Röthenbach, the wind was velvety and salty and we were sticky. At that time there were empty collapsing farmhouses everywhere, we wanted to conquer each one, it was like this, I do not know, as if we had dived behind Steffisburg into another time, Actually, I didn't want to go back from this trip, above which glowed that unforgettable clear summer light, I hoped, we would go on chugging like this forever. This was a happy summer day, that I remember. Unbound, carefree and fulfilled. And therefore a memory, That I hold on to with a faint decaying memory, the worst summer of my life.