Just the other week I hopped ship to spend some time travelling about visiting family and friends. Red-eye flights aren’t all that bad when you get to watch the sunrise over the arctic.
Sun fully risen, I immediately hopped on a train out of Frankfurt to visit my grandmother in a town out in the countryside. In Baden-Württemberg, everyone has a slightly bizarre accent and keeps ending statements with ‘ge?’
Spring in Germany is a riot of greens and yellows, with miles and miles of acid coloured raps busting out of nowhere in between forests and meadows. Every time I visit her, the view out of my window kills me.
And every time I visit her, teeny new bits of the family history slip out.
Rich grandfather. Perfect Aryan husband.
Forged documents. Changed names. Religious conversions. A house in the countryside to hide fugitives.
I don’t know how much of it is true. But they’re certainly nice stories.
Hi, Grandma.
We just finished a week-long drive through Bavaria. The mountains and rolling fields are just breathtaking. LOVED it.