Of
Marlene Knobloch
Fate sometimes creates strange bonds. There are burly, bearded quarrymen who hammer and chisel, break stones and wash down roast pork with beer at lunchtime. And there are delicate butterflies with pristine white wings and bright red dots fluttering between barren slopes. Ironically, these two different beings are connected. Apollo butterflies and other animals owe their survival to forklift drivers, chopping block masters and stonemasons. Here, in the dry quarries in the Altmühltal between Solnhofen and Mörnsheim, the “world in stone”, as it says on the town signs.