The post-war generation is getting older, and the children and grandchildren of these people have only vague or no notions of that time, 70 years after the end of World War II. A time when the world was out of joint. In 22 fragments of the family picture on the cover - along with a prologue and epilogue - the author recounts from his memory the years 1946 to 1958, sometimes with a wink and satire, sometimes sad and bitter. Who still knows about rubble playgrounds today? Who remembers what an interzone train is? Who recalls the draconian punishments in school, even for the smallest offenses? However, the common thread of his narrative is the hair on Käthe's chest that his father claimed to have seen. "Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be expelled," said the writer Jean Paul. If the post-war period was indeed a paradise.