My Mother
and I

In Aumuehle near Hamburg

The traumatic past followed my mother and sometimes made her seem absent. She did everything she was expected to, but her eyes rested on worlds afar.

In good moments she played piano: Old hits of the Thirties. She loved Jazz and cinema, impressionist paintings and antique furniture which she bought at very low prices.

When my brother was born in 1953, the depressions decreased. Still, something somber remained.