our van. [memories]

in autumn 1987, a few months before i was born, my mom and my dad decided that - with a third child on the way - it was probably the right time to buy a family car and that maybe my dad's - admittedly - incredibly cool old-timer would simply not cut it anymore. the car they bought then was the only brand new car my parents ever bought in their life and it turned out to be way more than just a car. over the years we all grew so attached to that car that when we finally had to get rid of it because it was just not worth investing any more money into it in order to pass the forthcoming inspections (oh swiss laws...) it was quite an emotional goodbye for our family. so many memories are attached to this car, so many stories wrapped around it and so many experiences made in it. it was the site of many quarrels, conversations and happy moments but most of all it was the our faithful  companion of our "gipsy holidays". we threw our stuff in the back, hopped inside the car und set out to encounter many adventures all across europe. when the day was coming to an end we would look out for a hotel to spend the night and continued on our journey the next day. to be honest, knowing my parents, those trips were probably much more planned and more structured than i remember it, but that was how i experienced it as a little child. if i could have one single item back from my childhood, this would be it. i do not know what i would do with it. maybe put it in the garden as a little hideout or something but i would never give it away. never.