It is summer, warm, in the evenings it is light until late. After almost 30 years I have returned to the forest of my childhood. Back then I knew this forest inside out. We collected mushrooms, raspberries and blueberries. We climbed on raised hides, built tiny huts and played cops and robbers. I knew the forest and its hideouts.Read More »
Tag: childhood
The six dead soldiers from the bus stop
All my school holidays I spent in a tiny village at the Czech-German border. In this village three houses were occupied all year round and three only during the summer holidays. But in the three houses occupied all year round, lived 10 children. A little Bullerby. There was never any lack of playmates. The rest of village were ruins. Before the Second World War the village consisted of 36 houses, one school house and one guesthouse, in the surroundings were four mills. Read More »
Michaela Merz 