WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
My room, my toys, what the world looked like back then. My parents, my grandparents. I was “le petit prince”. Berlin in the late sixties. Mies van der Rohe buildings. One of our neighbours was french. I loved Land Rovers from day one. I remember one parking in front of the Reichstag. Days were grey. Life was boring these days. I didn’t want to grow up, because I didn’t want to live in a world like this as an adult. I killed a Gummi Bear once. I wanted to know, what they look like inside. He was green. I made him suffer. It made me feel bad. I threw him over the balcony. I never told anyone.
