FAR out in the wide sea - where the water is blue as the loveliest cornflower, and clear as the purest crystal, where it is so deep that very many church towers must be heaped one upon another, in order to reach from the lowest depth to the surface above - dwell the mer people.
NOW YOU MUST NOT IMAGINE THAT THERE IS NOTHING BUT SAND BELOW THE WATER.
No indeed. Far from it !
Trees and plants of wondrous beauty grow there, whose stems and leaves are so light that they are waved to and fro by the slightest motion of the water, almost as if they were living beings.
Fishes, great and small, glide in and out amongst the branches, just as birds fly about among our trees.
This is the beginning of the fairy tale" THE LITTLE MERMAID " by Hans Christian Anderson. I love these words and the mer people and their world since my childhood. There was a moment when I wanted to rather live there.
Would it not be nice to be as light as this and see your shadow below you gliding slowly over the rocks in crystal clear water.?
Some had not spared time, money and attention to detail to get prepared for this mighty event taking place in Port Elizabeth.
on an ice-cold windy Friday morning.
The meeting point was Kings beach
Where the local transport was waiting to take the fans to the stadium.
Equipped from tip to toe with necessary instruments and intimidating accessorries
to help bring German victory.
And then they flocked in under an azure blue sky.
Any age and size
having taken extraordinary care with their costumes
and a great variety of those could be found.
There were the lonely wolves in leather who wanted to fight all by themselves but waving the biggest flags
while some were wearing theirs in the traditional West African style wrapped around their hips to warm the lower part of their Bodies
and then black, red, gold numbers were rising
while Serbia did their best to look intimidating
Some had been convinced strongly by charm and blonde northern hair that they were part of the German team contracted to teach VUVUZELA blowing
BUT VERY IMPORTANT HOLD ON TO YOUR VUVUZELA AND YOUR TICKET.
Cause some did arrive without their ticket at the stadium due to over-excitement and a high level of adrenalin.
while some real hard-core South African rugby dudes had become entirely Germans in their essence and nature.
The real experienced ones who were already familiar with the nature of soccer games kept their calm throughout the whole ordeal occasionally updating their already great knowledge with their i-phone in a very cool manner.
They were also the ones that made important strategic decisions, leading their groups on to the soccer stadium while all the time trying to keep them as complete as possible.
while others were not quite sure were this would lead to.