It’s these certain days when a lot of things come up extremely strongly. Feelings of sadness, incomprehension; and wonderful and at the same time painful memories of a time when everything was completely different. These specific days – May 1st, the day Andreas was born. His father’s, his mother’s, his brother’s, his sister’s birthdays. Christmas, New Year’s Eve, Easter.
The drama of Mallorca – “Another Easter without our beloved son”
