When the Wall came down, for a time, I phantasized about some really exciting relatives turning up out of the East. (I was 9 years old.) They would trek from wherever they hid, Poland or Russia, with their horses to us and set up camp in our (large) attic. The horses would graze on our fields and live in our garages. They would be a large family with several generations and mostly women - really cool women who rode and fence and lots of honor and who never let anyone down, coming to the rescue at swords point. They would have preserved lots of ancient lore, language and family history and would tell me all about it. After some time in our attic they would move into the nearby woods, setting up camouflage part-underground living quarters. They would give me rides to school on their horses, all the one mile of it, so nobody would be amazed. I would be part of the family and learn a lot of exciting stuff.
Sadly, they never came even so I was half-convinced they exist and are on the way this very moment.
Of course, a lot of people really found themselves face to face with long lost relatives when the Wall came down and even more were stressed out about the possibility.
Well, my relatives never went anywhere and all of them lived in the Black Forest, everyone accounted for including 4th grade cousins - living on farm such-and-such - therefore it was save to wish!
Sadly, they never came even so I was half-convinced they exist and are on the way this very moment.
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