The other day, when I took our youngest - a young man of 23 - for a walk around the popular Hengsteysee, I had an interesting experience.
The stream of refugees from East Prussia pushed its way endlessly toward the Baltic Sea. Those who could, walked; those who could no longer, rode on one of those rickety ladder wagons pulled by sturdy horses.
Lisa smiles when she sees the lovingly painted shoe box open in front of her. This box, which she started to fill eleven years ago is very important to her.