A father for life.
Yesterday, timely for the Oscar Nominations, I saw “All Quiet on the Western Front”. I read the book as a teenager, like so many of you.
The often poetic pictures were heartbreaking. A camera without compassion, a story without a hero. The meaninglessness of war. The innocence of the youth. The obscenity of ego-driven leaders.
My father died already in 1984 but was somehow watching with me. He was seventeen, a soldier during the Second World War. He who never forgot, who never complained but who met with his pictures every evening when we were already sleeping.
He believed that the European Union was the guarantor of peace. And we, his children, were his happiness and manifested hope.
He was a good man. People still talk about him today. He gave me the power to live an extraordinary life. He established the habit in me of thinking of others first. When you cook for four, you can invite four more. Share when you have more, be kind, donate, and enjoy life fully. Help others and believe in yourself — as I do.
A movie to wake up and a father for life.
Champagne for the mind #32 — March 13, 2023