When I was a child, I wondered, „Who are they, and who am I?“ I meant my parents, siblings, friends and schoolmates. The people around me, the things that shaped my childhood, fascinated me. So I asked many questions and got some answers.
Once I saw the white painted bricks of my birth hospital, I felt I was home. It is crucial for me to find my home somewhere in this world. Aunt Lena from Kazakhstan told me this last week: „Rudi, Merke is your place!”