Anti-cyclical thinking: True love knows no borders! An unbelievable journey around the world.
About this ebook
West Berlin, sometime in late February or early March 1986. On this particular Saturday morning, it was Richie's and Katrin's last day of holiday in Greece, the sun was shining in Neukölln, but while cycling to their residential area, the workshop was still buzzing in Christoph's ears and Richie's grease-free chain was rattling underneath him. Today was a big bulky waste day in Schöneberg, so all the consumers who already owned too much in their district put it back on the roadsides. There were old sofa sets, large TV sets, empty fridges, modern chandeliers, worn-out bedroom furnishings, baby carriages for multiple births and sanitary items that were no longer needed, but when Christoph got off the bike and walked to the front door, their full letterbox met him. After dragging Richie's racing bike upstairs to the fifth floor, it was now back in their hallway under the large Berlin street map, Christoph watered their overdue plant pots, scribbled his new address on their wish list on the fridge, put the rent on the dining table, the set of house keys on top and left.
In the meantime, the discarded household goods were piled up meters high. In front of a particularly impressive pile, Christoph stopped, but the elegant carpet that he was able to grab was unfortunately full of maggots, however, there was a whole bicycle hiding underneath! Stripped of all the garbage, it was a ladies' bike with a silver frame, a flat rear tire and a figure eight on the front, it was also big enough and the chrome still sparkled, which is why Christoph pushed the squeaking disaster for an hour to his own front door, where he worked on the rim with the help of the kerb.
"That's not the way to go on a bike tour," said a neighbour who knew a lot about hobbies.
"You are right, the bell is missing."
"And the air pump for the flat tyre." The man even had oil for the rusty chain.
AT THE END OF THE BOOK, YOU WILL FIND CORRESPONDING PHOTOS
About the author
Bernhard Christoph Lichtinger was born into a family of doctors in Stuttgart (southern Germany) on July 21, 1961, the fifth of six sons. The author, family man, craftsman, autodidact, inventor and entrepreneur attended one kindergarten, 10 schools, countless countries and 2 East German prisons. Released to Baden-Württemberg after 341 days of miserable food (on Friday, November 13, 1987), Christoph taught himself computer-aided drawing. He first freelanced for the IBM chip factory and then for the sports car fanatic architect Bernd Frank. After he managed to finance his parents' property, Christoph founded his own residential construction company in 1995, which was hit hard by the global financial crisis 13 years later (2008), whereupon he lost everything except the old villa that belonged to him and his second great love Dorothee. After his divorce, Christoph found his first great love Suzanne on the internet and flew to New Zealand to meet her in August 2015. And yes, it is true love! Six months later, Christoph has a little more time again and begins to write down his story ...
Meanwhile nine years in New Zealand, the last six of which Christoph has spent sleeping, working and cooking in his motorhome, he is also closing his third book at the beginning of 2025 to fly to the opposite side of our globe with his faithful dog Rosie. No longer so far away from his two sons, he wants to write the next chapters of his new stories because when he was released from the East German labour camp, he was abandoned by all evil spirits and since then has only been afraid of overflowing letterboxes.
