Ifinally managed to pick out my old photos. Child of the 80s and classic in black and white. Sometimes I think it’s a pity that you can’t remember this time. It is the first photo ever taken of me on the day of my birth. I was born on a warm summer evening. The sun was just setting and so I was washed, weighed and examined. Then the nurse took me, went out with me to the door and pressed me in my father’s arm. He had waited outside and was probably slightly overwhelmed. He had enough time to prepare himself, because I was not in a hurry. I was a few days too late and the birth had to be initiated then also still. But my parents were lucky, according to their statement I was an uncomplicated baby.
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