Chapter Eleven

Its Christmas again

Cold in Germany, warm in Brasil

Traveling back and forth, between the two, floating cold to warm, warm to cold, turbulent, calm, motors running.  I realize I am having a unique experience.   I am creating, witnessing, unique memories.  But I guess we all are though, I just feel compelled to share what I saw, heard, felt, smelled, tasted, experienced during a peaceful time, a time that led up to war.

The changes, the people, the planning, the execution.  While living these memories I didn’t always see them as I do now.

Time and hindsight continue to grow regardless of season, even now.

Chapter Twelve