Three years after his death, I finally found the words to write about my father. Not as an engineer, though he was a brilliant and respected one, but as a quiet, dignified man whose love of nature, steadiness, and way of looking at the world shaped my own life far more deeply than I understood at the time. This is a remembrance, and in its own way, a thank-you.
Tag: Life
When we said: “We’ll get Max!”
As children, we did not need comic-book superheroes. We had our own. In our corner of the Zürcher Oberland, the ultimate name was Max Wolfensberger, a figure of almost mythical strength, borrowed from the adult world and transformed into childhood legend. Only many years later did I discover the real man behind the name, and with that discovery came not disillusionment, but a deeper tenderness for both him and the beautiful innocence of those early years.
A mostly warm Christmas Note
December has that strange effect on people. Suddenly we are all reflective, forgiving, and emotionally available. At least on the outside. Inside, most of us are just tired, overfed, and quietly hoping nobody brings up politics at the dinner table.…
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