While the ship's engines were humming steadily, and the ship rocked over large ominous waves in this vast ocean, it felt like being on an island of civilization. Another long day of chilly winds with salt in the air and really nothing to see, other than the grey horizon all around. An eery sight, really. At the same time, it left much relaxed time and space for pondering. Pondering not only about what lay ahead, but often also, what was left behind.
10 years of family life in southern Germany, in a picturesque region with small farm villages nestled in valleys between larger cities, where the main industry is Mercedes car manufacturing. Fritz painted a lot and took part in exhibitions, but it was often a struggle to feed a family with 4 children and to really get ahead. Just the same, it was home with friends and schools and wonderful, almost idyllic towns and landscapes to explore.
