My dad was born in 1938, in Munich. My Oma struggled through the war, my Opa being away, fighting for his country in an unnecessary war that was going on way too long.

They lived in Munich and lost everything when their home was bombed while they were in a bunker. Nowhere to go, they fled to „Enkering“, a little village in the beautiful Altmühltal area between Ingolstadt and Nuremberg. My great-grandfathers family lived there and they took my Oma, my dad and his younger sister in to live with them.

That’s where my dad grew up between the age of 4 or 5, until he moved to Ingolstadt, when he became a car mechanic apprentice and worked as a test driver for Audi. His upbringing provided many stories about life in the countryside, experiencing young guys stupidities and walking the line between danger and safety. Fishing is safe, fishing with dynamite probably not so much. We heard many stories, fascinating to us!

So today Ted and I drove to Enkering, wandered around, discovered some relics and enjoyed a tasty lunch at „Zum alten Wirt“. Sandra, our new friend from Muslone happens to work in the village nearby, and joined us there.