Tuesday, 11 June 2019

With a fig tree in Switzerland

I love fig trees. They remind me of my childhood and my father. He loved figs and when I was a child I would go to the top of the fig tree in my grandfather's farm to pick the best and sweetest looking figs for my dad. I would feel so proud when he bite into one and thank me for bringing such heavenly fruits to him.
No matter where I am, when I see a fig tree I remember my dad. I stop, touch the leaves and speak to my father in my heart.
Today I visited the town of Thun in Switzerland, one of the most beautiful little towns I have ever seen. I wish my Papa was here with me. I would give anything to hug him and hold him one more time in my life.

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