Biscuit

…at Gilserberg Café, a traditional stopover on our way north to Holzminden, Lower Saxony. In the extra, a view of the river Weser, next to the hotel. Today was the notary appointment for selling our late father’s home, together with my sister. Another occasion to say farewell to the region of our youth. The house was erected when I was 12 years old, and I lived there until 23. So that’s long ago, but many memories are evoked from that time and the 40 years afterwards, as a visitor.