With the railbus over the Miljoenenlijn

An expensive piece of track was my current exploration target, the Miljoenenlijn. The Zuid-Limburgse Stoomtrein Maatschappij operates a beautiful museum railway at Simpelveld station in southern Limburg (Netherlands). Between 1924 and 1934 dams were set up here across the “Dutch Swiss”, roads were cut, bridges were built and tunnels were…

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The secret of the Chinese Dog – Day 3

René von Tiger – Consulting Detective Day 3 – The track of the dog My colleague Holmes had given me a very nice puzzle. Without even the slightest clue in the paw, I should find the mysterious Chinese Dog. Only the indication that the beast is hanging out on a…

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The secret of the Chinese Dog – Day 2

René von Tiger – Consulting Detective Day 2 – A meeting of masters In the morning of the next day, a decent breakfast was to bring me to new strength. So I went to Speedy’s Sandwich Bar & Cafe, which had been recommended to me by my London colleague. I…

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The secret of the Chinese Dog – Day 1

René von Tiger – Consulting Detective Day 1 – Excitement in the palace I received the call for help from a colleague from London, who faced a seemingly unsolvable puzzle. Rumors had surfaced that a mysterious Chinese dog would take control of the city. Was it about the code name…

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Theodor Fontane: John Maynard

John Maynard is one of Theodor Fontane’s most famous ballads, published in 1886. It praises John Maynard, helmsman of a passenger ship on Lake Erie. A fire breaks out at the end of a passage from Detroit to Buffalo. John Maynard remains in his post “in smoke and fire” until…

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Buffoons at the Whisky-Depot Cologne

Today we had a whole horde of buffoons visiting us in the Whisky-Depot Cologne. Do not worry – all dear friends from the carnival-club “KG Kölsche Lotterbove e.V.” (Cologne Buffoons). I have asked my brother Pierre and my service staff to properly host and entertain on my behalf. Apparently, they…

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Adventure in space and time (Part 1)

Something is up! My sensitive whiskers have made me sense a tremor in the continuum of time. Somewhere on the 60th parallel there was a rift in space and time. So I set off on a dangerous expedition into unknown regions until the sextant points to 60° North.

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