Notes Archive for Memories

Much of what I left behind in 1996 seems to still be in my father’s attic. I managed to retrieve a mini-bus load recently. There are many more to still emerge. And with the books and paper layers, many notes emerge too. They are from before I left for New…

The circle of friends that slowly turns into something akin to a neolithic calendar. Placed on a plane near a highway. The roof gone for millennia. One of the monoliths seems to have remnants of paint on it.Many others have crumbled.One was taken away. Will anyone ever know how they…

March first. Think later. Imagine what is on the other side of this crazy brown hill ahead. And then the imagination will possibly reward you, if it is not very good. And it will punish you if the expectations it built are unattainable.The beautiful patterns of temples. The mosaics over…

When a man suffers, the pain for him at that very moment might seem horrific and with no reason. And yet somehow it is that pain that could make those after him somehow connect to him and make him understand that he was not just a name or a picture,…

Today I walked by the house in which my aunt Gerda lived in 1981. It is in Langstraße in Hanau. (It’s “long street”, for those who are not familiar with German.) The building was from the 50s probably because Hanau had been completely flattened by allied bombers at the end…