When I visited my mother on the isle of Ruegen, Baltic Sea, East Germany, she was proud to show me her old stove and garden house. One sunny Sunday morning she put a chicken on my bed to wake me up, another morning the cat. Church bells were ringing there often and the air smelled after cows’ & pigs’ poops. My children loved to visit the horse nearby – and I always had a big fear to open that old chest: Pandora’s box somehow Continue reading
