nce upon a time of sailors and traders, discoverers and pioneers countless ships were put to sea to snatch for a piece of the paradise behind the endless distance of the oceans. America, the new land where the sun is touching the horizon and where everyone can find a piece of peace and happiness.

Driven by these thoughts not only adventurers, but also traders, farmers and even clergymen signed on with all their belongings at the ships anchoring in the harbour. It was a sunny morning in the year 1570 when the fleet was put to sea. Something was burning in the hearts of the passengers – It was the hope in a better life, a second chance.

After a few days on the open sea the weather was getting worse and a storm like never seen before rised up at the horizon. The sun was swallowed by black clouds, the waves were growing higher and higher and it seemed as if they would pull the ships down into the deep dark sea like giant tentacles and the wind was tearing the sails to pieces. The wood was creaking under the pressure of the water which punched the hull again and again. Anxious screams of children and women echoed through the air and many ships weren't able to defend themself against the mighty thunderstorm. But straight as the last hope on rescue seemed to disappear, the storm layed down and the clouds were getting thinner.

Only few ships escaped the storm. Heavily damaged the ships seemed to collapse soon under the burden of the survivors. With their last ounce of strength and the use of their last ressources the survivors were able to get the ships into stride. But where should they sail? The stars weren’t at their usual places on the sky. The known constellations were disappeared and new, strange ones were throwing their pale light on the calm sea. Discouraged and exhausted the doomed sailed blind into the night. As the last gleam of hope seemed to die the wonder happened... The sailors were screaming their heads off: Land ahoy!

Like wildfire new hope spread between the emigrants. All fears seemed forgotten and death to be far away. All people were staring at the coast and the gentle hills behind. One of the priests travelled along with them spoke a low prayer to god. People in the margin just could clearly understand two syllables: Ara and moon. "A good name, father.", the old man beside the priest said and told his son to shout the name of the new land for preparing the settlers for their new home. After hesitating a bit he shouted louder and louder against the gentle wind: "Aramoon". Because of his gesture pointing at the new land the bystanders realized very quickly what he meant and chimed in the shouts. After a few seconds all remaining emigrants were standing at the rail and shouted with all their might Aramoon! Aramoon!

New life was put into the emigrants. They discovered a new land, which seemed to be productive and full of beauty. Only few hours later the first settlers put their foot on Aramoon, the new land. Would it come up to their expectations? Would there be mineral resources? Would it make a good life possible, would it even become their Second Home?