The place where part of my familly story started

Here I am in Hamburg with my friend. She knows everything about this city and she introduced me to it with love and nostalgia. I loved it. I was scared a little bit because I heard (from Monica mainly) not really nice recalls of Hamburg.

But maybe it is because she did not see it with a friend or through the eyes of a friend. Here some photos and the story of my father's family.

One of them left Hamburg at the beginning at the century with some horses and travelled east towards Crimea. In his way back he stopped in Krakow and was charmed by a beautiful, wonderful Polish girl, married her and moved to Bucharest. (Is it just a proof of a culture of mobility encouraged at the beginning of the century, or something was chasing them out of Krakow, do not know). Here my grandfather was born.
Here are the photos and I will just shut up.

Love

This is a post I start to write in August .

Not like in "I am in love" 'cause I am not or I might be falling or maybe not. Or maybe yes. How can one know it? Anyway I just mentioned that I am not talking about this subject but other kinds of love or...

... of why is love so important. Why it hurts so much when someone you love dearly suffers, a friend, or your familly. You try to understand things. Why? How?

However what I learned yesterday was that I just have to love them. I spent all night wondering what to do and in the morning when the pain was really hard and I saw my friend, I knew it. That all I have to do is to tell her I love her and that things will work out.

It hurts when you, my dearest friends, are away or far or estranged and I feel furious when I do something wrong or plain stupid.

But when you feel that I let you down, or disappoint or hurt you please tell me because I never do it on purpose and do love you very very much.