Thursday, 17 November 2011


When I stayed in Wolfsburg at my grandmother's house, I would be invited to tea at the castle with the children: Werner, Ina and Gunzel.

Werner, Ina and I used to play, but Gunzel was too little to play with, so I didn't know him so well.

When Werner was about ten, he fell out of the castle window from a first floor window, onto concrete below. Wasn't that dreadful? The girl who looked after him was very upset, thinking he would be badly hurt.

But the good lord looked after him, and he was completely unhurt. Not a scratch on him.

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