For me the old style iPhone, as this device is with me all the time.

Not wasting my time with Facebook or SM or Non Sense, rather use it for Navigation and my own reading plus research and more.

Walking mostly without my iPhone.

Why?

The Mother of all questions, indeed …

Think and find your own answer, pls …

How Beautiful Is Burleigh Beach?

Once upon a time there lived an old swimmer in a little house in Burleigh Waters. Every morning he would go down to the beach and swim in the great ocean. The water was sometimes wild and sometimes gentle, but the old swimmer loved it dearly.

“Oh, how beautiful is Burleigh Beach,” he would say each day as he came out of the water.

One day he found an empty coconut on the sand. Written on the coconut were the words: “Gold Coast Paradise – Queensland.”

“Aha,” thought the old swimmer. “Gold Coast Paradise must be even more beautiful than Burleigh Beach. Everything there must be golden – the beaches, the waves, the fish, simply everything!”

He went home and told his wife Maria Inés about the coconut. “We must travel to Gold Coast Paradise,” he said. “I’m certain everything there is far more beautiful.”

“But we already live on the Gold Coast,” said Maria Inés.

“Yes, but not in Paradise,” said the old swimmer. “Come, let us set off on our journey.”

So they packed their things. The old swimmer took his swimming goggles and his towel. Maria Inés packed some sandwiches. Then they set off on their way.

They walked and walked. They passed many beautiful places – Surfers Paradise and Broadbeach and Main Beach. Everywhere was lovely, but nowhere so lovely that they thought: “This is Gold Coast Paradise.”

“Perhaps we must walk further still,” said the old swimmer.

They walked north and they walked south. They saw many beaches and many waves. Some were big and wild, some were small and calm.

After many days they came to a beach where the water danced between the rocks. There stood a great rock in the ocean, and the waves broke against it.

“Oh,” said the old swimmer, “this beach is truly beautiful. Let us swim here.”

He jumped into the water. The waves were strong and the water was clear. He swam and swam, and suddenly he felt completely at home.

“You know, Maria Inés,” he said as he came out of the water, “this beach reminds me of our beach. Of Burleigh Beach.”

“This is Burleigh Beach,” said Maria Inés, and she laughed.

The old swimmer looked around. There was the great rock. There were the waves. There was the beach he visited every morning. They had been walking in a circle the whole time and had arrived back home.

“Oh,” said the old swimmer quietly. Then he laughed too.

“You know, Maria Inés,” he said, “I believe we have found Gold Coast Paradise. It was here all along, right at home.”

“Oh, how beautiful is Burleigh Beach,” they both said together.

And if they have not died, then they still swim every morning in the great ocean, and every morning they say: “Oh, how beautiful is Burleigh Beach.”

The End

This English version preserves Janosch’s distinctive rhythmic qualities through several techniques.

Written by Claude AI and re – edit by Peter H Bloecker.

Note to my dear readers:

The old Swimmer is not the Author.