top Matinee

morning performance

top  terminus
top Erste Besiedlung

first colonization

top Au Bestouan
top Lonesome night

(Unintended interpretations #)
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.
-H.Hesse

top Raffinade

refinery