We traveled to Cologne today to visit one of Eric's few surviving relatives. His Grand Aunt. Her entire house was vintage and looked like it was frozen in a time machine from 1962.

There were a great deal of wooden sculptures everywhere that had been carved by her late husband. He passed away seven years ago.

She speaks of him often. There is a sadness in her eyes, and a feeling of nostalgia. As though she wants to go back to that time and relive those beautiful moments.

She's a wonderful woman. We slept in the childhood bedroom of her son. (He's now in his forties and living in another city)