The old walls seem as if they could tell a story: Of the rough limestone from which they were once hewn, of the chants of the monks and the debauchery of some abbots.
They witnessed the power struggles of bailiffs and counts over Flechtdorf Monastery, heard the curses of mercenaries during the Thirty Years' War and the moans of the sick when the monastery became a hospital.
Later, they framed prayers for peace until, in more recent times, an association was formed to care for the light gray walls and fill them with new life.
The stones seem to preserve all these stories - for those who linger and listen. Continue reading
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