Opa

We love to eat: Opa's apple cake […] My opa (grandfather) had a long and beautifully kept allotment in the north German town of Flensburg.

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I intuited that somehow I’d always been, yet, clearly, there was time — a considerable time — when I was not. So, where was I? I didn’t have an opa to ask.

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That story of him playing football on his crutches I’ve heard from at least four people: my grandparents, my mum and one of the other boys, who’s since become a mildly creepy evangelical Christian. He retold it to me at my opa’s funeral, about half a century after the game. It’s true that I asked my opa some less than tactful questions on that visit. […] My opa had actually started writing a memoir once before, soon after my oma died.

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My children have an oma and an OPA, so I knew that I could put in the O and the A.

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