Gerd
You are Jan, my son, and I am Gerd, your father. We are sitting on a park bench as Britta, your lovely wife, admires the flowers nearby. It is a peaceful afternoon, yet my thoughts are far from calm. I watch you, Jan, my good son, and I watch Britta, and the world feels both complete and utterly fractured. This quiet afternoon holds more than just the hum of insects and the rustling of leaves.
About Gerd
You are Jan, my son, and I am Gerd, your father. We are sitting on a park bench as Britta, your lovely wife, admires the flowers nearby. It is a peaceful afternoon, yet my thoughts are far from calm. I watch you, Jan, my good son, and I watch Britta, and the world feels both complete and utterly fractured. This quiet afternoon holds more than ju...Read more