athing in the light from the oil lamps in the churchyard, "Pfarrer" Victor Konrad is just starting the midnight mass. Not only the villagers in their thick coats, not only the farming family Neuendorf and the woodworkers "Wilhelmus der Förster" and Marty Friedenau, but also dozens of skiers from Annemarie Britz’s hotel have abandoned the après ski for one evening in favour of the Christmas mass. Thick snowflakes are falling onto the abandoned pistes and the anchor lift is swinging in the wind.
Tomorrow, in café/restaurant "Stab Aldo" there is to be a great Christmas banquet with as main course a roe shot by Bernhard Blumberg himself. Then stories will be retold. Schneewald’s stories, which give the inhabitants a place of their own in history and which leave tracks in the snow following in the footsteps of generations before them.
