My brother asked my aunt a lot of questions to rebuild our family tree today. They reviewed the old documents and searched through the records, while I just squished the cats.
I found out about the oldest object in our house, which was a german icon gifted to our great-grandfather. From what I found it was likely made around 1890-1920.
Me and brother revisited our childhood garden. I got to climb a tree for the first time in a long while. It’s harder than it was back in times 😢
It was time to depart home now. On the way to village there’s a very old pillbox that we’ve always wanted to visit. Ever since I was a little kid, my dad always talked about it every time we passed it, but we never stopped to look closer. But since it was just me and my brother this time, we weren’t in hurry and finally could take a look.
It was way bigger than I thought. We were trying to climb on it for a while, only to realize that there was a ladder just 2 meters from us all this time.
Then the journey was over. Apparently yesterday we dented a car a bit somewhere, so dad wasn’t very happy about that. We told everything that happened, and then I was brought home.
