I look out of habit from the window on July 30th, 1931 at 10:20 o'clock again. It shimmers green country, meadows and woods, flat country of an equable character, small courses of rivers, forest strips and lakes with wooded islands. Farmsteads with a typical rectangle making are heaped in the settlement area, a big round water hole as a wallow for animals lies almost always nearby. A stork in a disturbed flight swings restlessly to and fro. I notice at last now that pigs and chickens behave most unruly when the airship passes their accommodation. It must be the personified devil for them which causes the death. The animals run away but it hasn't been so long ago that they fled also from the cars. Certainly the day will come at which the airship sails regular routes and its vivacious noise will no more frighten the free animals even of the Siberian steppe.
Shortly before Memel it has become 10:25 o'clock. Within a short time we will arrive at German native country. Only don't say that this is an unimportant moment for us even if bog, woods and countries with ripe fruits, water ponds and creeks aren't different from the landscape of the last hour. For sure, we are a multilingual ship. However, in spite of all friendship everyone has his own roots, which do gain their forces on a special earth, the home soil only. Well, we are a small international group, however, didn't I tell you that Assberg and Krenkel came to enthusiasm when they flew over the infinite land of her Russian native country for the first time? I wanted, you would have seen the pride in their eyes, when in front of Leningrad fight airmen flew with the Soviet stars through soft, blue air. I also have told you that Ljungdahl interrupted his observations, when we overflew Swedish skerries.
Therefore we also want to greet Memel, the first German town! We want to look from the windows and wave the cloths, we want to do it particularly at this border town!
Can you resist the jubilation, which issue forth from the streets, can ever you forget this, the life which reaches you from all streets, from all ships, out of all corners and houses? It sounds to our ear like a uniform melody, like people consciousness. It is enthusiasm! I see many whose beady eyes get moist.
We had passed Memel shortly after 10:30 o'clock after we had circled several times above the town. Subsequently a marvelous ride, Rositten passing by, and along the long Curonian peninsula which lets the Curonian lagoon nearly appear as an inland water. I follow the long, sandy tongue and see the plantations which shall stabilise the ground. I see groups of humans taking a bath, they convert every time to restless balls which are impressed by an event. One sees several boys digging ZEPP into the sand when they heard the first drone. They didn't get finished with that, left the lettering unfinished and shouted enthusiasticly.