Waiting on a Train

It has been thirty years since my father visited his family in Germany.  He grew up in the northeastern part of the country.  It has been sixty years since he and his family fled the Russians at the end of World War II and he hadn't returned to his home town in sixty years.  This past winter, after several years of trying, my sister and I, but mostly my sister, convinced him to go for a visit.

Judy arrived in Frankfurt around noon.  My dad and I arrived two hours later.   I then amazed everyone with my ability to buy three train tickets from a german ticket machine.  An hour later Aunt Helga and Uncle Rainer were meeting us at the train station in Karlsruhe. 

There were also many bikes:

Comments

[tien]

so he lived in what became east germany?

[Joe]

Yes. That's what I was inarticulately trying to say.