A Travel to Tashkent, Uzbekistan, in the Late Communist era
My longtime memory from this journey thirty-two years ago is unforgettable hospitality
Mini Potatoes
My twin brother’s English pen pal came to visit us in the late 1960s. She was on a permanent diet to lose weight but loved sweets and cakes. My father once gave her dinner on a plate with a few tiny potatoes, newly dug up in our garden. He could be hilarious. The sight of little potatoes will forever remind […]
Autumn Pictures from Aarhus
Aarhus is the second-largest city in Denmark and only one hour’s drive from us. Whenever we go there, my husband is reminded of his time as a soldier in his youth. Standing on his post in front of the clock on the City Hall, time was put on a standstill, especially during the hours before dawn. Where the former barrack once was is now a music hall and a renowned art museum called ARoS Fifty years ago, my brother and I went for a holiday in Aarhus. He took a picture of me at the site of the pig sculpture. I remember I found it a bit ridiculous. It’s strange how some things get stuck into your memory forever.
How Did We Travel in Our Youth?
In a way, it was more difficult to travel fifty years ago. It was like jumping without a safety net.
From one Heart to Another 