I haven't been very faithful about reporting my summer plunder to you. But this weekend was the local flea market where endless piles of basement boxes were sprawled along the castle walls of our small town.
As always it was a mix of amazing treasure, scary objects and confusing things. Intertwined with happy people, excited buyers, pushers, barterers, bashful hunters, aggressive crazies and a few haters.
For awhile I actually stopped going to these because I couldn't hear the old people tragically explaining to me just how much that object had cost them in Deutsch Marks. It breaks my heart every time. I'm never really sure how to respond because I don't know how to nicely say in German, "I'm terribly sorry about the coming of the Euro but your stuff has been in a basement for years. Do you actually want to sell it to me or should we just brew coffee and talk about this?"
I'm always happy to find the ones who want to tell me the story behind the object. I usually understand 80% of what they say, but what I'm hearing over and over is, "give me a little something for this thing that you like because my turn with it is over. Give it a new home, a new life and new stories. Here you go, I've been saving it all this time just for you..." After years and years of treasure hunting experience, I've learned that the people who don't sell much of their merchandise are the people who aren't ready to let go of their stories. That, or else they happen to be the ones who are offering lots of broken junky garbage.
The weather was gorgeous, so unexpectedly hot that some were stripped down to their undergarments and strangely one man was wearing tassles on his ears. (Probably a better choice than his nipples).
My "big" find was a solid, heavy printer drawer for 8 euros. Here's some pics of the event along with the final shot of the treasures I've amassed over the summer. Like a hibernating bear, I've clearly gorged myself for the upcoming winter.