In mid-October there is a heavy, sweet scent of moist soil and passing foliage above the cemetery. It is the time when the year closes its eyes and nature exposes its bones. In these days, exactly two weeks before All Saints, the Gottesacker transforms itself: from a place of lonely melancholy becomes a stage of common remembrance. The silence here is not empty – it is dense, full of stories and carried by a comforting activity. Reportage: The...
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In mid-October there is a heavy, sweet scent of moist soil and passing foliage above the cemetery. It is the time when the year closes its eyes and nature exposes its bones. In these days, exactly two weeks before All Saints, the Gottesacker transforms itself: from a place of lonely melancholy becomes a stage of common remembrance. The silence here is not empty – it is dense, full of stories and carried by a comforting activity. Reportage: The...