The story comes from my 98-year-old grandmother. She grew up in the countryside in Lower Saxony during World War II. She met her first love, a French soldier. Everyone was against this love because of his origins, but my grandmother's family gave him a chance and they got along splendidly. When he returned to France, contact broke off after two years of pen paldom. My grandmother married a man from Vienna. A few years after the wedding, the two were on holiday in France and were in the area of her childhood friend. She really wanted to visit his home. The moment they were both there, there was a man in the garden, and yes, it was her childhood friend. Nobody had expected that, but everyone was happy and spent the days together. Her husband and childhood friend, in particular, got along wonderfully.
