memory from my childhood in Bavaria at a children's home-there were stalls with gingerbread and stuff, I saw a Lands polizist, they had peaked caps and rifles and though I was very small, I was so terrified I ran and ran and ran- I can't remember where I ran to. I had come from the other side-being sent by the UEL to Leipzig Uni their sister uni brought back a lot of old memories, but as I draw and doodle, I bring them safely through on paper-without hurting myself-as some poor souls do=