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A WEEKEND WITH CANON AND SISTERMAG ON FEHMARN
The wind blows into the colourful fabric, fills it with air, and makes it rise into the sky. The kites hang like large, colourful bats over the horizon, bound to the sea by a few thin ropes. At their base are surfers, who are looking upwards as they’re carried across the waves – ever faster, ever more free, ever higher, almost weightless. They prepare for takeoff, leave the water, turn in the air, lose the board for a moment
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under their feet; the kite seems to tilt in the air. And then they land, sometimes light-footed on the board, other times with a great splash in the waves. There’s a moment of disorientation before they re-embark and are strung along the water again. We were fascinated by these athletes during our weekend at