As the title suggests, I would like to visit the place that means so much to me, once again, but I don't know if that would be too unacceptable. Of course, the old house was sold many years ago and the idea of intruding on the poor family living there today with crying stories about a dead relative sounds crazy, but still ... I have so many favorite memories of this neglected country house. Would it be too bad an idea to ask people to let me look around and remember a little about Grandpa after all?
(for those who are uninterested in the old memories of a crazy man and want to concentrate on my question can stop reading here)
Yesterday I sat awake for hours unable to sleep because I was suddenly flooded with childhood memories:
In one of them, I had lunch with my grandfather. He stood in front of me and behind him the famous house with its rough country charm. For lunch, there was bread, cheese, and tomatoes straight from the garden. I don't know why, maybe because of the fresh air and the pleasant, calm atmosphere, but it was the most delicious food I've ever tasted. If I could choose between the most expensive delicacy prepared by the French president's chef and my grandfather's bread, cheese, and tomatoes, I would choose the latter.
In another, I am in the yard of the house when I see a hedgehog for the first time in my life. At first glance, his small thorns do not look particularly threatening, so the clever self tries to lift him with his bare hands. Then, too, I understand why it is not a good idea to lift a hedgehog with bare hands. My grandfather was nearby to comfort me.
With these memories, I can probably write a novel called "Memories of an Inexperienced Kid," but I want to stop here. The purpose of this was to give an example of why I so desperately want to return. Maybe if I became a famous author I would be allowed to visit the house that inspired me?