For my 65th birthday, I made a poster of myself. As a gag for my guests, who also enjoyed it. Today, at almost 85, I look at the poster – and the woman there has become a stranger to me. The poster hangs in my hallway. It's the only picture I managed to hang on the wall five years ago when I moved to Wolfsburg. Perhaps because the picture was behind the living room door, distracting there, while all the other pictures are still slumbering in the basement. So I greet the woman in the picture or as I pass by and say: "Thank you, that was you once, with that piece of health and freedom in your womanly life."
