Do not brag about it come Sunday week - because if they have had beautiful weather yesterday, today there is only a cold wet November ... Everything is veiled mist from time to time the sky decides to drain a little drizzle. Despite this, Michael, his young son Matthew and I decided to finally go for a walk, which has long been said -
the Lower Langfuhr, where Michael spent his childhood. We walked around
Storchenhaus ["Stork house" - a common name for the pre-war maternity clinic, currently No. 2 Hospital - editor. transl.] ("Grass was born here and I") and further to a pipe shearing, where band guys from that time, bathed in the summer, to leave after the willows on a small sandy shore. Ships Forest, jumped out of the water, escaping with a scream before the leeches. Today Strzyża is regulated, integrated with it, there is little room for fantasy and fun for children. Now it's memories, which can be shared with others ... They are always just.
Then around Haller Street - a shop where the boys seemed all his pocket money on cars and chewing gum with stickers. Small treasures. Then, as he told Michael, there were almost no cars here (and it was not 50, just 20 years ago), it was too much brush and shrubs more than today. Every morning the whole orchestra rehearsed here sparrow his symphonies.
Haller Garden neighborhood near where it was on someone else's strawberries and other fruits, the park, which enjoyed the war. All of a sudden it got so small. Little Matt every time he did the big eyes, when his father told him that he played here as a boy. As if listening to the history of the old, old times.
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