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Grandfather Piotr Michailovic 1934

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In grandfather’s apartment, at the window 2014

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1940 1943

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In grandfather’s apartment, behind the door 2014

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1946 1948

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In grandfather’s apartment, next to the bed 2014

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1953 1955

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In grandfather’s apartment, on the table 2014

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1965 1975

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In grandfather’s apartment, drinking coffee 2014

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2000

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In grandfather’s apartment, in front of the ancestral portrait gallery 2014

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By train through Russia 2017

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Grandfather in front of the remains of Beckermühle 1993

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Grandfathers’s first wife and oldest son 1941

Letter to his son from the Front 1944

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Myself in a singlet not unlike grandfather’s 2017

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What is in the mirror when no one is looking into it? 2017

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Grandfather’s oldest daughter during his last front leave 1944

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My sister in the mirror 2017

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Grandmother in the elevator 2017

Grandpa advancing along the Eastern front 1941

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By train through Russia 2017

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Grandfather’s home, youth college Beckermühle 1938

Grandfather’s children and first wife during a flag procession 1944

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Myself 2017

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grandfathers poem, written after release from Soviets 1945

Life and its imposed laws are bewildering
The clever ones, trembling
recognise the inescapable net

that hidden powers
lay before our foot steps
The guilty or the righteous
never know who holds them

never know what steers them
It is difficult to know its meaning
Everyone remains lonely and estranged
Fear is its only gain

Mourning and intoxication and forgetting
rock his courage into sleep
when he has measured the strangeness
and nothing familiar was found

I still found no one sad
But the poet provides consolation
for the many who weep
when he sings of this mystery

Oh, but it remains mysterious
never to be understood and huge
yet the poet describes it
as his most cherished fate