Old skills translated into a more sustainable life

When I was a child, there was one person who was very special to me: my grandad. He was always there for me, always took time to help me, to play with me, to support me. „Opa“ (German for grandad) was my first word. Every evening he was getting a kiss on his bald head from me. I know he wasn‘t perfect but for me he was my personal hero. He came from a long line of stocking makers from a part of the Czech Republic and had to flee during WWII. For him (having lost nearly everything), making things gave him a lot of joy. Sadly he died when I was just 12 years old but I still remember him vividly – even today.

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