every day is special but sometimes a day is much more special....why, you may ask now? first of all I will take you with me on a trip in the *past*....
I realized within the past year much more before that I am may in many ways very similar to him.....the connection between him and me are the desert countries....he also spoke arabic and my mother told me that he had been also very creative...in his way....his personality was sometimes not easy to understand....well....I am also sometimes not easy to understand.....it seems that he had no fear to travel and no fear at all....like me...
I think he was some kind of free *spirit* in his way.....sometimes people wasn´t able to understand him many times because of decisions he made and the way he lived and worked....but I am his granddaughter and I still love him!
Whenever I am travelling, especially to the desert countries I always feel that he is close to me, I am still walking in his footsteps but in a different way.....I am sure that he is smiling many times about my adventures.. :-)
written with all my *love* for my entire family, all of his friends and people who knew him; in memoriam of my beloved grandfather (1925-2009)
a special thanks to my grandmother who gave me 3 of his picture albums! Danke, Oma! :-)
images: taken by my grandfather, co-workers or/and friends in Syria, Egypt and Iraq & other countries he had been.