Be true to your school

Went to a funeral at my old home town. After the church, we went to the congregation's house just beside my own school. I went to that school first almost 50 years ago, and spent then 8 years of my youth studying in that building. The main entrance seen in the blip looked the same and brought back so many memories, most of them very fond, of situations and especially friends and some of the conversations that we had on that yard. Conversations, that in some way affected my life, and still do.

You can also see me as a reflection on the glass of the door.