It is the heart of the spa gardens of Bad Reichenhall. Our author learns how to breathe properly under the alpine brine he sprays.
You approach it from the northeast, coming from Mackstrasse, you suspect nothing, expect even less, and then it stands in your way, as a chimera, zero form, night stretched on two beams. Maybe you can also walk to the southwest side, across the spa gardens. Then with Alpine foehn it can happen that you hear them before their dimensions expand your view: first a trickle, a splash, a background noise in the brushwood. In any case, the graduation tower in Bad Reichenhall remains an incomprehensible thing that you should take your time to understand.