12th century saw cannon fodder too. They arrived on wings of hope. Making it alive over Styx River. The deal, protecting the eastern border of an expanding kingdom.
At first, fortified churches sprouted. To each guild, a tower. To build. Defend.
Not castles in the air.
This folk came for land. Stayed for freedom. The Saxons’ skills at building stone fortresses brought them countless privileges. An autonomy that, in an Europe of monarchies, was matchless.
See the four turrets adorning the church tower? It’s the stamp of a city who earned the right of capital judgment.
Who’s crossing Styx now?
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Writing, putting pen on paper seems to be a necessity I’ve embraced wholeheartedly. It clears my mind and helps me understand the world around me – or the past. Writing is my morning espresso, although the two are not exclusive.