I remember a man weathered by work, the huge apetite, smile and the catching « joie de vivre » he had. Being sharer, generous and selflessness, that only those who have suffered are able to bring.
I do not think I will ever get to match what it was. I just hope to be worthy of remembrance for those who knew him in the past.
Paul and Marcel were born in Lapoutroie, far away in the German-French Alsace from the beginning of the last century. They were between those two nationalities, like many others at that time
The First World War left them orphaned and without real strong ties to their home region. The East is decimated by years of horror. At the early puberty, they had to migrate to the capital. Therefore, they survive on odd jobs.