Under the moonshine

Under the moonshine we talk about our future travels, in this world, maybe the next, in dreams, in spirit… In our present reality we are thinking of a trip, probably flying, to the old city, to attend a concert (this requires timely booking), take a walk along the tree-lined streets, go back to a museum or two, contemplate the river, pray for the heroes, remember Rosa. The old airport (Tegel) has gone, so we would have to take the longish S-Bahn from Schönefeld to the centre. We may try then the Ringhotel Seehof, Oase in Der Großstadt.

Ringhotel Seehof

(Our hotel has 75 individually decorated rooms with marble bathrooms, flat screen TV, minibar, free Wi-Fi and telephone.
Almost all our rooms offer a clear view of the Lietzensee and its park. We want to do something for the environment and do not clean the room on the first day after arrival. Your room will be cleaned daily from the second day after arrival.

Pets are allowed in a limited number of rooms. On request and subject to availability, one animal per room can be booked at a price of EUR 20.00 per night. Before booking, please inquire if a room with a pet is available. Animals are not allowed in the room categories with balcony and in the suite. Animals are not allowed in the restaurant during breakfast.

The swimming pool overlooking the beautiful Lietzensee invites you to relax! The use is free for our guests. Please note that some aqua fitness classes take place from Monday to Thursday. During this time the use is not possible. The exact times can be found in our website menu under “Pool”.)

Further afield

Perhaps under the moonshine, there is also a grand tour sometime, cycling along the northern Rhine, visiting the Romans, the last legion, tasting the beer, watching the birds (smile) and taking pictures. Beyond this, an aspiration to go back to the Southwest, back to the canyons, to the Mojave desert, to the Black Mesa…

“He’d always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should be, this was the desert of the picture books, with the land unrolled to the farthest distant horizon hills, with saguaro standing sentinel in their strange chessboard pattern, towering supinely above the fans of ocotillo and brushy mesquite.”
― Dorothy B. Hughes, The Expendable Man

Next world

“When it’s my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.”
― Cedric Nye, Jango’s Anthem

“Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She: A History of Adventure

In the next world, I am pondering what to do, assuming I am forgiven my sins (?) and the moon still shines – for you, dear love, have plenty of time, while I am almost there. I will ask Peter for a quiet spot where I can wait: after all there won’t be any rush!

“Martin Sheen turned to me and said, ‘Do you know what Saint Peter says to everyone who tries to get into heaven?’ When I looked blankly, the man who was once president said, ‘Peter says, ‘Don’t you have any scars?’ And when most would respond proudly, ‘Well no, no I don’t,’ Peter says, ‘Why not? Was there nothing worth fighting for?”
― Matthew Perry, Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing

Dreams

In dreams the prospects are limitless, for there moonshine is bright forever: back in time, forward into the future, visiting Caladan, visiting Arrakis, travelling to India in the time of the Buddha, meeting Yukio Mishima, having dinner with Kafka on the shore… 

“On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power,” the Duke said. “Here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“Muad’dib rules everywhere,” he said.
“Arrakis is not my destination,” she insisted.
“Arrakis is the destination of everyone,” he said.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

“Any one who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’ like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. It’s just a natural feeling. You’re not the person who discovered that feeling, so don’t try to patent it, okay?”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore