It is an unusually warm, sunny spring day in Beckenried. It is very hard to imagine the water – which is omnipresent – as a danger right in this moment. The lake lies before you calmly reflecting the nearly cloudless sky. A small torrent is running towards it with quite some noise – as if it is excited to soon be part of its big brother. Really, the only thing which triggers some sense of peril is the huge concrete snake which weaves itself through the town, carrying irregular noises. The houses facing the sun inevitably also face said concrete structure. The busy torrent’s song mostly manages to drown out the highway’s sounds. It carries peacefulness with its consistency.