Tue 14 Jun 2005
The weather got worse very quickly. It wasn’t unusual for late September on the Baltic Coast. Dark clouds came with the wind, which blew harder with every moment. Few people that were on the beach turned their backs at the wind and walked slowly away from the sea, leaned unnaturally to keep their balance against the gale.
Amongst them was a small dog, a miniature pinscher, who was all but slow and quiet. He leapt into the air, somersaulted and landed, carried away a few feet by the wind. He then run back and did it again. And again. He barked cheerfully, announcing his joy to the world. He was happy. For much of his short life he dreamed about being able to fly. Now he could.