This is the beginning of my own story. Well not really, because I want to introduce you to my family as it was before I was born. … So here we go.
My father is german, lived a long time in America (almost half his life, roughly 16 years, I believe).
His mother travelled from Germany to America and back with him and his younger brother 'M'. His father stayed in America until he passed away there, in Florida. In fact, it was just before my sister was born. He knew that my mother was pregnant, but was too ill to meet my baby sissi. :(
So we come to my mother:
She is french, which I love, and her entire family is, too. Okay, fine, her younger sister moved to switzerland some day and still lives there, but she is still french at heart. ;)
They were a typical family of 5 children, lived in/near the alps; a working father, housemother, obedient children; a lot of mountains, a lot of hiking and skiing, a lot of baguette and cheese! Throughout the years they moved from their hometown to another one, called "Annecy", built a house there (they built it themselves!) and my grandmother still lives there. - That is where I have always gone to on holiday.
Now, I say they 'were' a family of 5 children, because unfortunately one of the sons - the eldest of them all - tragically passed away in an …
Also, my grandfather has built his own Chalet (a kind of house made out of wood, or a big hut, if you like) in the middle of the mountains, were he has decided to retire to.
Anyway, my parents met, bla bla bla, went out with each other, more bla, got married in the french mountains, they moved to Germany together, to Munich. And then: 1994, my sister Anna was born. In Munich, Germany.
Yup, that picture up there was her at her birth. No, I'm kidding. (As you will have guessed…) I do not have a more recent picture on my laptop.
- Hey, no judging!
Point is, she was the first born, black hair, and I do not know that much about that time, to be honest with you… She is said to have been a quite energetic and joyful child, a bit 'lost' (so, basically daft) at times. But then again, she was a baby. Thus, by the unwritten laws of society and humanity, she was cute. That is just not open for debate.
So my sister, father and mother lived in Munich for 2 years, then moved near Frankfurt, in Germany.
Oh, and my sister got baptized. This will play a small role in a later part.
Quickly about the religions: My father was protestant (although that is typically unusual for southern Germany) and my mother is catholic. My sister and I are catholic as well. Although I must say here: It is most definitely not the case that we are closed off to other religions. Please do not misunderstand me.
Next time will be about my birth!
I hope you enjoy these short stories. They will be sort of a series, I guess, which will not be regular though. I am basically telling my life little by little, supported by pictures. All pictures can be found in a slideshow.
(Link to that will be posted soon!)