Liebe ist überall

Love is everywhere

My grandma told me "Don't get like Rosa Luxemburg. They'll kill you." I bought a book about Rosa Luxemburg and I put it on my bookshelf.

I stroked my grandmother's little face. She was over ninety. I said, "Gretchen." She had tears in her eyes: "Nobody's called me Gretchen before."

Grandpa had come back from the First World War. Her first two sons had died. Then a daughter died.

My mother said, "When she went out at night with the basket, we didn't close our eyes." - "What did she do?" - "She left the food behind the fence." Once she said: "At first they forbade us to go shopping at Rosenthal. Then I couldn't shop with him anymore. They had destroyed his business. Then the doctor was not there anymore. He had always helped everyone. "

Dear Greta Grandmother, on dark nights, you wrote messages in the sand. Now, although I can not speak to you, I have learned to read those messages.