Teenagers run through the Tyssaer walls
When I read “Trei da Hejmt” in the double episode of August 1968 and see the pictures of the Tyssa walls, I am overcome by the memory of the happy times of the youth. Today, where every little place advertises tourism and wants to become a health resort, I think of the time before the turn of the century. Tyssa did not need any publicity, the natural beauties attracted the wanderers by themselves, not many, but they came.
By chance, my schoolmate, Walter-Franz (named Bankrobert-Franz) and I became tourist guides. We schoolboys could be found in the walls at any free time. One day we saw two strange men wandering around in the rock labyrinth. As a precaution we hid to watch her. When we thought it was safe, we made ourselves felt. They came excitedly closer and called us in their soft Saxon dialect, we should not run away, they would do us nothing, we should only tell them how they came out of the goddamn stones. “We walk around in the tripe for two hours already closed and can not find any substitution”. First we showed them everything Worth seeing the walls. At the echo we encouraged them to try out the echo and shout: “What is the mayor of Wesel?” They shouted and came back three times in a row: “donkey”. “See,” said one, “I’ll be mine.” We took her to the village with her great hunger, sent her to the Püschner Butcher, in the former inn “Zum Graden von Thun”, later the Arbeiterheim. As a farewell we each got a mark. After many words of thanks, Franz and I looked at each other as if we had never met. “Man, ever Meensch! A mark, what machma dendamit?
Next to the church was often the old Hamprecht with the Zuckerbude. So we wanted to buy five cruisers Mokrontel. But the Hamprecht, who could not change because it was Saxon money. What now? There we stood with our knowledge. There was nothing left but to bring home the Mark, where our parents first let go of an interrogation. When Walter-Franz made the same statement, the suspicion arose that the truth had triumphed.
But we came up with the idea to expand the tourist guide. So we ran every Sunday at five clock on the Raizaer road along to Otto or Swiss mill or the Schneeberger road to the village Schneeberg to intercept tourists. When we met a party, we politely greeted them with the question: “Do you need a guide through the walls of the Tyssa?” If you were lucky, you earned something, you were unlucky, you went home with your stomach rumbling. But every now and then we could ride on the coach or on a horse-drawn omnibus. These have always been good days for us. Cars did not exist yet.
Once I had a male part to lead. There was a very learned gentleman, who enlightened his people about many things. In the cave where the fossilized oak trunk stood, he said we see a fossilized tree trunk, because thousands of years ago there was a sea here. We can clearly see this in the rinsing of the rocks. It is therefore possible that the encrustation of the strain still tastes of salt. With a moistened finger he made a rehearsal on the trunk and really, he tasted sea salt, but his colleagues tasted nothing. The thing went through my head. I took an old pot from home, put in a portion of cattle salt and water, and used a mason brush to paint the stem with this mixture. He actually tasted salt; the tourists were made aware
Climbing on a bumpy staircase to the surface of the walls, you could see a wonderful panorama, on bright days you could see the towers of Dresden, the Rose and Winterberg, the Zinkenstein, on to Leitmeritz to the Lobosch, Radobil, iceberg, the Milleschauer , the low mountain range, the saddle mountain near Schönwald, the beautiful Elbe valley with the picturesque villages, the Polenztal with the Scharfenstein.
Our home had unlimited hiking possibilities. Tyssa has two mountain ranges, the foothills of the Erzgebirge Hofeberg, Nollendorf and the walls Elbe Sandstone Mountains, long stretched to Schneeberg and on to the Lusatian Mountains – Lapsed times that we old people can not forget.