Do you mean me? Tiaret, a grey Arabian horse, raises his head and snorts softly in the air as I walk towards him on this freezing winter morning. Briefly, it looks as if he wants to turn away. I stop, give him some time, he curiously lowers his head and takes a few steps towards me. The ice is broken. He allows the holster to be put on him and follows me out to the yard. Tiaret is an old hand. He knows exactly what to expect. He has already carried many strangers through Havelland, a region in the eastern German state of Brandenburg. They often come from Berlin, sometimes from even further awa…