My goduncle died today. At the age of 74, he succumbed to the long term effects of the heavy smoking habit he sported for about fifty years. In the pictures above you can see him taking care of me around the house in Heidenheim I was born in and in which he lived for his whole life.

When I traveled there today, I expected that I wouldn’t have any tears left to cry for him. This turned out not to be true: even though I spent whole floods for Nadine during the last weeks, I managed to cry a few for him too. Which is a good thing I think…