Part 1: Preface

Writing a blog, presenting my life publicly and realistically, is a very foreign thing to me. Nevertheless, I decided to do it because I think that my family constellation is a special one; there are hardly any role models for such a model. Not that I now believe I am necessarily such a role model – but there is me and this story and perhaps it takes us a bit further towards an expanded understanding of the everyday. That is my concern. Like so many things, my story starts with a bang.

Although this is not true. The bang was not at the beginning. Rather, he came in the middle of a long process. Still, I’ll let this story start at the bang, because from then on, things were different.

continue to Part 2: “The Bang”

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