|Lothar and Mitschi Heppner|
As I managed to take the last train to Mammendorf from Munich, arriving at 1 a.m. plus or minus, where Lothar and family live, I thought about war, the world wars, about my deceased father, Robert, having fought the Nazis for three and one-half years, in North Africa, up Italy's boot, into France, across France to Germany, and thought about the madness of war.
I talked to Lothar and Mitschi--dear friends--realizing how our fathers considered each other enemies and how we killed and maimed each other. The futility of war.
While there a week, I took time to visit a small church cemetery near my hotel. I walked among the stone reminders and images and noted how many families, series of brothers and others, were killed in WWI and WWII. I share some of these images with you:
Thanks to our reunion, Lothar and I are collaborating on his production of a CD which may include a yet to be written song (my lyrics and his music): "The Last Train to Mammendorf." Here's a foto Lothar took of me at the Mammendorf train station.
|ArtTraveler recreates arrival on the last train to Mammendorf.|
Stefan, the ArtTraveler (TM)