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  • We stood there in my hotel room. I was ten and accompanied my Dad on a business trip through the South of Germany. For the first time I had my own room.

    We had been out inThe Biggest Wine Barrel Of The World. It is a restaurant in Bad Dürckheim: people unite along large tables, eat sausages and drink delicious wine. As I just was 10 years old, I drank equally delicious fresh grape juice.

    We had sat with a couple and had talked with the two forever. The three adults had taken me in as an equal, they asked about my diary, we talked about God and the meaning of life and the more wine they and grape juice I drank the more intense our questioning became.

    When we finally departed my Dad said " Dies war eine Sternstunde " , which I try to translate freely as " We just flew among the stars". He loved STERNSTUNDEN and so do I, Sternstunden make life magic and mysterious.

    Now standing in front of me in my room he looked at me with such intense love that I was moved to a point of not being able to bear it. I was relieved when he kissed me good night and left.

    With this year´s Days Of The Dead and his birthday just passed this situation became alive in me again. All his love for me was there at that moment and it is now.

    My father died 24 years ago.

    I am still searching for Sternstunden.

    Whenever the gift of flying with stars showers upon me, I feel him present.
    My father, Fritz Oberstenfeld, with my oldest son, 1980

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