Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12 (New International Version)
Whenever I see this picture, whenever I stand in front of the Reichstag building in Berlin, then a lot of feelings flood me.
The story of my father comes to life immediately, who in 1934, when he was five years old, visited his brother in Berlin, who was more than 20 years older, swarming about Berlin as the beautiful capital of Germany until the end of his life.
I immediately remember a photo that shows my uncle living in Berlin as an entrepreneur, who drove through Berlin displaying his products on a truck in honor of Hitler with his advertising, believing he was doing the best for his fatherland.
I immediately remember my first visit as a student in West Berlin, when I looked stunned with disbelief at the Reichstag building, the Brandenburg Gate and the Wall, and then a few days later smuggling christian literature into the Eastern Bloc, delivering them secretly and unobserved to special addresses.
I immediately remember the spring of 1990 to October 1990, when I was deployed several times by my company for the development of East Berlin, Nauen, Neuruppin, Oranienburg, Potsdam and the Berlin area.
I immediately remember my Berlin marathons, where I was allowed to run through this city.
The feelings of gratitude predominate that I was born in Germany. Grateful that I had parents who made it possible for me to get the best education that one can get in this country. Gratitude that we can live in a reunited country in peace and freedom.