It was a good old stick. It served a great purpose for me, who was not travelling with a tripod. Others were out shooting the sunset also. They used tripods. I knelt and jammed the stick into the muck of the Elbe and made a steady place to set the camera. It was winter. My jeans were wet. It was cold enough. I drank a few beers and gave the bottles to passing homeless men. They were walking around collecting bottles from groups sat on the steps of the library. They get cash for the bottles. Business was booming. The sun went down and everybody moved on.
It was quiet. It was still. It was peaceful.
My bladder screamed.