GRASSHOPPER

One of the hundreds that danced in the meadows on the Diemelhöhe, where we went in the afternoon. And a lot of other insects too. I felt exited and took many photos. Even after I had found some nice creatures in our garden in the morning. On my knees I crawled in the grass. Piet Hein lying lazy on his back, eyes set on the sky.
I had awaken him with a sharp cry tonight due to a terrible nightmare I had, from which I was relieved to be liberated from.
Only a dream, even when a terrible one, but in the real world the madness goes on and on. Sometimes here, sometimes elsewhere, and now in Barcelona. So many persons affected and in deep sorrow.