"Only at the northern level of the southern dunes is it possible to cross the muddy tideway to the sandbank. And then I walk across the sandbank towards the surf. In all directions, my eyes see a seemingly endless expanse, the North Sea now has so much sandy beach free. Appropriately, the still harmless play of the clouds. I trudge briskly along the water's edge to the east. So far without a break, I also run the next two hours by the sea without a significant break. Even the main beach is still almost deserted, individual figures in the distance harmonize with the bizarre impression that the multicolored pile of beach chairs far away, up on the beach, takes on in the milky light.”