I can smell the scent of the cherry trees...

...in my grandmas garden. This was definitely the best time in my whole childhood! Unbelieveable but these 8 month I will never forget. I was, I guess 3 1/2 years old as my mum decided to bring me to my grandma. I do not exactly know why she brought me to her,but she told me later that it was a very hard time for her,being separated from me. Well, she never asked me if it was for me as horrible as for her, but I did not missed her too much. Of course I wanted back to her at the beginning but after a short time I was very happy with my grandma.

She was a wonderfull, little woman and I was her favourite grandchild ;-)
She allowed me everything and even when I was naughty she did not punish me, she saved me from my aunt who lived together with her. I was a very wild child, more like a boy. As I arrived at my grandmas house in Turkey I did not speak proper Turkish but learned it very fast of course. My grandmas garden was like a magical world for me. It was wild, the trees, flowers and vegetables grown on their own and this special German correctness was far away (thanks god!). She had these extraordinary roses in her garden and she made rose jam from their blossoms, I can remember the taste from it...

One of the funny memories I have is, as my grandma gave a dress from me away to a poor family. This dress was a present from my mother and I was furious as I discovered where my dress was. I run through the whole village to this family and shouted and insisted to get back MY dress. They gave me back the dress to stop me screaming and crying and I run back to my grandmas house, put the dress under the carpet and sit on it so noone could take it away again... ;-P