I opened the door to the balcony and I looked out. It is snowing, the streets are already covered with snow. The danger is the Rhön in the middle of Germany. It is higher and therefore it is colder and icier there. We must cross the Rhön when we want to drive to the south. This makes no sense if the weather is as it is now. It is simply too dangerous. It's almost sure now that we'll stay here in the north, far away from my home, my beloved villa motley.