At the age of 6, I come to school. There was a big sugar cone and lots of new friends. I was lucky enough to grow up in a pure primary school in the GDR. The teachers were all very nice, there were no big tasks, let alone foreign languages and grades. There were only…

Although you can rarely have memories of such early childhood years, I still have impressions and pictures partly as a presentation from the third person in my head. For example, my father once told me how I drove a freight elevator at the age of 2 and I have a reminder of that.

I was born today, unfortunately I don’t know so many details about it.