Rheinbund
Established Nation
4 August 1954
Frohnhausen was a small village with about 800 inhabitants. It was situated 100 km south of Marburg, on a poorly fruitful sand-ground, in a hilly landscape with many pine-forests. The only thing that could grow there were bilberries, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and needle‑leaved trees. The only thing where the Frohnhausers could live from, were berry-picking, goat farming, game hunting and timbertrade. As a result, Frohnhausen was a poor community.
But by the end of the 19th century, students from Marburg discovered Frohnhausen as a nice environment for camping. They took the train to the closest-by train station and then the horse‑bus to Frohnhausen. By the beginning of the 20th century, the boyscouts and several comparable youth organisations followed their example. The appearance of the car made traveling easier in general. More and more people came to Frohnhausen during summer. As a result, one of the local farmers decided to open his lands as a camping place where people could set up their tents. This year for the first time. And it turned out to be a very good idea. In fact Frohnhausen was on a perfect location for a holiday. It was situated in the pine-forests, but the river Lahn was only 5 km away. So there were both forests and water.
Along the river Lahn, there was a sand beach where the Frohnhausers go to for a swim. And not only the Frohnhausers, also the tourists. The students went there, the youth organisations went there, and now the people staying on the camping went there. Also on this extremely hot Monday the 4th of August. An ice seller had decided to go to the beach and sell his ice there. That turned out to be a very good move for him.
The beach was extremely full. So full that two 12 year old boys decided to go a bit further away and see how the rest of the river banks looked like. Achim was a local boy. He was the son of the forester. Lorenz was the son of an official from the municipality of Marburg. He had already been to Frohnhausen with a Tiburan Catholic youth organisation before, but this year was the first time that he stayed there with his parents and sisters. Already on the first day of his holiday, he became friends with Achim. They spent a lot of time together. It was mainly Achim who showed him around in the forests, but sometimes they went to parts of the forest where Achim had never been before. Once they saw a deer, once a fox, once they met a hermit. Today they decided to check out the river banks.
“Hey, do you see that river-vessel?” Lorenz said at a certain moment. “I can swim underneath.”
“What? Are you crazy?” Achim asked.
“Really, I can. Watch this,” Lorenz said. And he dived under.
Given the fact that both boys lived in a place close to a river, both boys were good swimmers, but Lorenz went a bit further in that. Swimming underneath a river-vessel was something he and his friends in Marburg often did, so he knew what he was doing. But for Achim, it was a frightening experience to see his friend diving under water and staying out of sight for a couple of minutes. He was relieved when he saw his friend on the other side of the river after the vessel had passed.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Achim shouted.
“Achim, you must see what’s on the bottom of the river. A car wreck. And quite an old one,” Lorenz shouted back.
“A car wreck? Really?” Achim shouted back.
“Really. On the bottom of the river,” Lorenz shouted.
Achim looked around him to check for river-vessels, and when he saw that no‑one was approaching, he dived under water. And indeed, in the middle of the river, at the bottom, there was a wreck of an old Raimer. Achim swam to the other bank of the river, where Lorenz was still standing.
“Jesus-Maria,” he said when he was standing next to Lorenz. “I was really afraid that you wouldn’t make it. A guy from the village tried that once, but he didn’t survive that. He got into the propeller.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, if I would have known that, I wouldn’t have done it,” Lorenz said.
“You were already under water before I got the chance to tell you,” Achim said.
“Oh, I’m really sorry,” Lorenz said.
“It’s OK,” Achim said. “But what are we gonna do with that car wreck?”
“We have to report it, even if no-one’s gonna believe us,” Lorenz said. “Let’s swim back.”
Frohnhausen was a small village with about 800 inhabitants. It was situated 100 km south of Marburg, on a poorly fruitful sand-ground, in a hilly landscape with many pine-forests. The only thing that could grow there were bilberries, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and needle‑leaved trees. The only thing where the Frohnhausers could live from, were berry-picking, goat farming, game hunting and timbertrade. As a result, Frohnhausen was a poor community.
But by the end of the 19th century, students from Marburg discovered Frohnhausen as a nice environment for camping. They took the train to the closest-by train station and then the horse‑bus to Frohnhausen. By the beginning of the 20th century, the boyscouts and several comparable youth organisations followed their example. The appearance of the car made traveling easier in general. More and more people came to Frohnhausen during summer. As a result, one of the local farmers decided to open his lands as a camping place where people could set up their tents. This year for the first time. And it turned out to be a very good idea. In fact Frohnhausen was on a perfect location for a holiday. It was situated in the pine-forests, but the river Lahn was only 5 km away. So there were both forests and water.
Along the river Lahn, there was a sand beach where the Frohnhausers go to for a swim. And not only the Frohnhausers, also the tourists. The students went there, the youth organisations went there, and now the people staying on the camping went there. Also on this extremely hot Monday the 4th of August. An ice seller had decided to go to the beach and sell his ice there. That turned out to be a very good move for him.
The beach was extremely full. So full that two 12 year old boys decided to go a bit further away and see how the rest of the river banks looked like. Achim was a local boy. He was the son of the forester. Lorenz was the son of an official from the municipality of Marburg. He had already been to Frohnhausen with a Tiburan Catholic youth organisation before, but this year was the first time that he stayed there with his parents and sisters. Already on the first day of his holiday, he became friends with Achim. They spent a lot of time together. It was mainly Achim who showed him around in the forests, but sometimes they went to parts of the forest where Achim had never been before. Once they saw a deer, once a fox, once they met a hermit. Today they decided to check out the river banks.
“Hey, do you see that river-vessel?” Lorenz said at a certain moment. “I can swim underneath.”
“What? Are you crazy?” Achim asked.
“Really, I can. Watch this,” Lorenz said. And he dived under.
Given the fact that both boys lived in a place close to a river, both boys were good swimmers, but Lorenz went a bit further in that. Swimming underneath a river-vessel was something he and his friends in Marburg often did, so he knew what he was doing. But for Achim, it was a frightening experience to see his friend diving under water and staying out of sight for a couple of minutes. He was relieved when he saw his friend on the other side of the river after the vessel had passed.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Achim shouted.
“Achim, you must see what’s on the bottom of the river. A car wreck. And quite an old one,” Lorenz shouted back.
“A car wreck? Really?” Achim shouted back.
“Really. On the bottom of the river,” Lorenz shouted.
Achim looked around him to check for river-vessels, and when he saw that no‑one was approaching, he dived under water. And indeed, in the middle of the river, at the bottom, there was a wreck of an old Raimer. Achim swam to the other bank of the river, where Lorenz was still standing.
“Jesus-Maria,” he said when he was standing next to Lorenz. “I was really afraid that you wouldn’t make it. A guy from the village tried that once, but he didn’t survive that. He got into the propeller.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, if I would have known that, I wouldn’t have done it,” Lorenz said.
“You were already under water before I got the chance to tell you,” Achim said.
“Oh, I’m really sorry,” Lorenz said.
“It’s OK,” Achim said. “But what are we gonna do with that car wreck?”
“We have to report it, even if no-one’s gonna believe us,” Lorenz said. “Let’s swim back.”
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