Werner just left us, 

4 am in the morning received a phone call. Going to Spital Glarus.  Sevi, Christine, Ida and I entered the room: There, he was lying on the bed, we cried what we had to cry, we spoke to him what we had to say, and what we didn`t had the opportunity to say. We changed his clothes for him to be more confortable. On his chest we putted flowers, on his right hand a Japanese dice. We said goodbye, last peek on this gorgeous man. We drank a coffee.

The person I admired during the 11 years of knowing him, 

He was an inspiration, a great architect, a gifted father to his two daughters, a traveller and a Wiseman.

I reflected myself mostly in his travellings and curiosity; we shared delightful conversations about different corners of the world, his vision in earlier decades of a country, my vision of the same country 35 years later.

We both loved japan; we both felt the inspiring craziness and holiness of a non-understandable place.

A main difference was that he showed me enduring lessons every time he spoke of an adventure he had   somewhere in the world. I don`t think I taught  him anything at all.

He showed me the way things are done. How a person can easily MAKE, because you have it in your blood, and not struggle to even think how I should begin to make it.

That lesson is essential, and because of that I am starting again to write this blog. Even if it’s not well written, but thinking about him and his love of life and family, and the lack of vanity and greed he had. I mirrored myself again, this time with my own reflection. I realized today that Werner is also in Me.

And he is helping me change myself to the good.