1964 to 1969 – Hamburg and USA
After my birth in Hamburg in May 1964, my mother left me quite soon and married another man. I came to live with my grandparents, where the relationship between them was strained. 2 years later my mother returned to my father and me, but this separation of my parents caused me injuries that influence me and my life until today. My brother was born in 1967, and in the same year we moved to the United States, where we lived for the next 2 years, in Texas and in Arizona. There my father trained as a fighter pilot for the German Air Force.
During the years in the USA, I threw myself into a large pool several times, and I still remember vividly how I sank to the ground without any fear, looking upwards. Today I suspect that at that time I wanted to return to my soul’s homeland. This earth was not my home and I did not belong in the world of humans either.
I am sitting here writing these lines over 50 years later, which means that I have been rescued from the pool again and again. After each rescue my soul cried out its frustration about it. Of course, it did not help and nobody understood me. My rescuer was repeatedly a very young woman from Germany who had followed her slightly older husband to his pilot training in the USA. I can still see her swimming underwater towards me.