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.
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