Where the seawind is at home
"My East Friesia, my homeland,
where the high dikes are
is the home of my ancestors,
I am an East Frisian child."
I can still hear my grandmother's voice, how she is singing this song full of love and passion. As she walked down the hall, buttoning her brightly colored apron, a smile covered her face. It seemed to me that she felt the words and their melody deep inside and connected with her hard to them.
