I was a baby, approximately 1,5 year old, they, my both parents, could not take care of me, and so, an woman took care, she brought me to the hospital, there the government told, he can’t go to his parents house, he will die. -> Oops <- Now they brought me to a children home. When I was approximately 4,5 year old a woman came to take care of me as Foster Mother, she was very wonderful to me, and let me free as possible. Once she bought for me a gramophone player, the shopkeeper said, which album you like? I could make a choice, I found one… * By the way, she died when I was 14,5 years. * Not a black but a blue gramophone, with black people on the cover, the first song on that album I remember so well!
He’s got the whole world in his hands
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