My grandmother turned 94 this year. I love her. She is and always was stubborn. But I guess this stubbornness gives here the energy to live. She also has a longing to be with people which can never be fully satisfied. When you ask her about her life she normally tells you, she was on her own a long time, that she lost her parents when she was 16. Her husband was gone during the war while she was still so young. She lost an eye when she was around 17. I always get somehow this image that she was really on her own big parts of her life. Continue reading “From Vienna to Lužice”