By train across the Hindenburgdamm into another dimension of time. Far away from city noise, bustle and stanch. I leave my luggage and my soul finds rest. Maybe it is the untamable wind that blows the head apparently free, the uncountable rushing waves that breaks on the white sand and provide the air with a salty note, the special light that is released by the endless horizon and reflected from the sea, or the harsh but beautiful landscape. „A breeze of freedom“ this is what I feel when I’m on the island of Sylt.