This is me in 1947. Still 35 years after I cut my foot with a piece of glass that was lying on the ground of the river behind my parents house I was frightened to get into any kind of water without my shoes on. My wife bought them for one of my birthdays. She wrapped them up in red paper and didnt smile when I unpacked them. My wife didnt smile a lot. Neither did I. I never thought about that till one Monday in the late 60s when we ate cake and she was wearing a green dress and I was wearing a green tie and I suddenly realized: its only pictures I remember. Not feelings. Not a single feeling at all. I looked at her and said: This cant be all. My wife bit on her lips and and left the table. I never felt so close to her like in this very moment.