I spent the weekend in my hometown Heidenheim beacuse my goduncle is seriously ill too. Working in his garden and flat offered me distraction because Nadine had never been there. In my mother’s house, I slept in a bed under one of Nadine’s paintings.

When I returned in the afternoon by train I went directly to the Waldfriedhof. Everything came back and hit me hard once again. I’m facing another sad evening now but I try not to complain. Instead I’m willing to pay any price for having been allowed to share almost eight years with the most gracious person I ever met.