The plaster head haunts me. Even from afar, its melancholic gaze strikes me, and I hear the siren song just like Odysseus did during his wanderings. I think of the Rhine boatmen, who not far from Mainz were lured by the lovely sounds from the mouth of Loreley, only to crash against the rocks. On the last day, I follow the inner calls and approach the handsome figure closely. The wobbly head leans toward me - yearning, as if I could carry it across the street in my little arms. What a tragedy, I close my eyes and cover my ears, and only with firm will can I tear myself away from the goblin and hurry down the street without casting a single glance back. Conni Mainzelmann's world travels - in his words, his images. How he sees the world. With reports and pictures from Italy, Sicily, Santorini, Istanbul, Spain, Portugal, Morocco, Namibia, Vietnam, Cambodia - and Germany.