This site was designed a few years ago about my beloved brother Jens.
Born 9th May 1951, he passed away in his hometown Hansestadt Luebeck at the age of 70 years only.
Jens came to Windhoek Namibia, while I worked as an AdL Teacher of German and English at the German Private School DHPS.
Deeply impressed by the new nation Namibia with its Colonial roots of the German Imperial Colonial Kaiserreich, which came to an end by the 1919 revolution after WW1, Jens fell in love with Namibia first, and later revisited the RSA several times, and went hiking and camping there again and again.
At one of my last visits in Germany, my brother Jens said to me: When in Southern Africa, I feel like a free man in a troubled country.
Jens was a very good man.
Christmas 1986 he gave me a present, which I take with me when traveling or hiking or camping to walk through the days of our childhood, all the visits of my brother and his beautiful family at home in the true North of Germany between Hamburg and Denmark, and all the conversations and dreams we both went through over and over again.
Never will Jens be forgotten, as true Love never dies.
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Like myself, and during our pathway always two years ahead of my younger brother, Jens loved hiking and cycling and camping and the outdoors. He was a Family Man, and what I always appreciated most: He was never pretending, always true and loyal and a very clear thinker and writer. In a nutshell, he was a truly Northern German, honest and very gentle and kind, and he loved good conversations like myself and with me.