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Lot one, rapid valuation: 9–12 racquets in 3 bays, one silver thermal-foil bay, zipped shoe pocket, plus 3 valuables pockets; 74×33×38 cm, black with neon yellow, sold at a rising shout. Chateau! cliff! 1933 arched span! river stones show when trouble starts—Děčín
Volkl Zebra Mega Tennis Bag: Do I hear a chateau? A Baroque chateau! Built on Roman foundations, rebuilt in the 1670s, featuring the Long Ride — a walled sandstone carriage ramp so your horses could arrive in STYLE — and now, ladies and gentlemen, so can your rackets. SOLD to the player who knows prestige when they see it!
Volkl Zebra Mega Tennis Bag: Sandstone cliff, sixty-million-year-old Cretaceous rock, a lookout over the Elbe that shepherds used for CENTURIES — and right here on the edge of eternity sits a tennis bag with more compartments than this cliff has ledges. The view is free. The bag? Priceless. Do I hear an opening bid?!
Volkl Zebra Mega Tennis Bag: Built in 1933, reinforced concrete arch, named for the founder of the Sokol gymnastic movement — a bridge that has carried ninety years of traffic without blinking — and THIS bag carries your rackets, your gear, your entire tennis life without breaking a sweat. Structural integrity, people. Going once!
Volkl Zebra Mega Tennis Bag: The hunger stones — carved when the river dropped low enough to expose them, bearing inscriptions back to 1616, reading 'Wenn du mich siehst, dann weine' — WHEN YOU SEE ME, WEEP. Four centuries of drought recorded in rock. But you know what you will never weep over? This bag. Mega capacity. Zero regrets. SOLD!
Right then, here we go, keep up. Nine to twelve racquets — nine to TWELVE — across three racquet compartments, and one of those three lined in silver thermal climate-controlled material, do I hear a thermal? I hear a thermal. Two zippered front sleeve pockets for valuables, one inside zippered pocket, one zippered shoe pocket, and the shoes go in the shoe pocket where the shoes belong, sir, thank you.
Dimensions: 74 by 33 by 38 centimetres, or if you prefer it in inches, 29.1 by 13 by 15, and that extra depth over the standard model is where the third compartment lives. Black for the mud, neon for the fence, and you will find it in a clubhouse full of identical bags in under two seconds.
Colour, black and neon yellow.
Weigh it up: twelve frames, three compartments, one thermal, one shoe pocket, three valuables pockets. That is a team bag valued at an entire season, and I am not taking bids under a full club campaign.
Decin. Decin Chateau stands over the Elbe with the Long Ride running up to it — a walled sandstone carriage ramp, several hundred metres of it, built so a coach could be driven up to the door rather than a guest having to walk. Somebody looked at a hill and decided the hill was the problem. Next lot.
Sold to the gentleman in the sandstone.
The Shepherd's Wall, a sandstone cliff with a lookout on top and the river bending underneath it. Tyrs Bridge of 1933, one arch across the Elbe. And then — and this is the lot I actually care about, this is the one I would keep — the hunger stones.
Down in the riverbed, boulders carved by people in drought years going back to 1616, positioned so that when the water drops far enough for the carving to show, the message is already waiting. They are messages that only arrive on the worst days.
And here is the line on them, carried down four centuries and appearing only when the river fails: if you see me, weep.
"They carved a message that only surfaces when things have gone badly wrong."
