05/07/2024
In this photo, you can see the plate camera that my grandfather gave me. During World War II, he traded the camera for a box of ci******es and took a series of photos with it. For me, the most beautiful photo was taken in 1952 by a friend of them, where my grandmother and grandfather walk hand in hand down a paved street in my hometown of Luxembourg. They look happy, freshly in love, and seem to have forgotten the horrors of that time in this moment.
I wish I could know where they were going and what they did that day, but unfortunately, I can’t anymore because both of them are no longer with us.
My grandmother didn’t cope well with what she experienced during World War II and ended her life when I was still a small child. However, I still remember her warmth, kindness, and her frequent laughter very well.
My grandfather passed away recently at the age of 93. He never talked about the war, but he also had his burdens to bear. I remember his calm manner and that he never complained about anything. He always saw the good in people and just wanted to have a good time.
This photo radiates hope for me. The sun on their faces and the future ahead of them.