Kristoph ((lmao catch me going for the obvious one))
There are... so many stories. Just picking one... that’s hard.
I think I remember one... when I was younger, back when we lived in Germany with our parents, I tried to learn the violin. Because Kristoph too has been playing the violin and I wanted to be like him.
But I never managed to catch up with him. It was frustrating... silly, too, thinking about it now. Kristoph had years of practice ahead of me. Me, catching up with him so quickly would have been a miracle. But I didn’t understand that and switched instrument, from violin to guitar.
My mother has been the one teaching me the basics of playing the guitar aber the day when I snapped a guitar string for the first time my parents haven’t been at home. I hurt myself because the snapped string had cut the skin on my index finger. It bled like crazy and I cried... not because of the pain but because I thought I have broken the guitar.
Kristoph had been the one to take care of my finger and to sit down and help me fix the guitar. He didn’t know much about the instrument himself but he figured out that it works similar like for a violin. He calmed me down by explaining to me that a snapped guitar string isn’t worse than a snapped violin string. We tried and tried again until we managed to exchange the snapped string with a new one.
Neither of us knew how to tune the guitar of course, and in the end we had to wait until mum came home to show us. But it was... it was nice to spend time like that with my brother. To be cared for, when he had always been busy with studying.
(I miss him...)
