Additionally, my father had the gift of being able to start talking immediately after a discreet nudge from my mother, even if it was not always relevant to the topic at hand. Whether he writes about a family slide night, frog-green ski boots, records in the sun, or the cozy air in the wooden changing room of the public pool - when Harald Nachförg (born in 1961) reminisces about the past, he takes you on a delightful journey through childhood and youth. Light as a feather, told with a lot of humor and attention to detail. A great reading pleasure.