The building where this wisteria grows up against was in the next village. I often walked there when Kaefer still was a baby, pushing the stroller along - it was a 30 minute walk over there. This village - called Poltringen - had one of the best organic shops, called Mühle (mill) and I loved to buy fresh produce and fruit there. Usually, on our way back, Kaefer would eat all the strawberries (they were so delicious) and present her red stained clothes to me with a huge red smeared smile on her face.
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