Jonathan James Thomas Highlane
by Nadja Höhfeld
I don´t know, when I met him, he´s my halfbrother after
all. My Father was married before, to another women in
another town, We didn´t grow up together and I can count my
memories of him on the fingers of my two hands. I remember
the feeling I had when we spent time together. The memory
of somebody who is closer to me, than anyone else I know.
2001 Thomas died of an asthmaattack. Through the differing
perspectives of my familiymembers I reconstruct his life,
leading myself to a painful memory I cannot forget.
