"But I carry sizzling fried eggs on warmed palates into our best room, which is no longer our best room, but theirs. 'When I am big', I think, 'I will be a teacher. Then I can read all the books I like and eat as many fried eggs as I like!'" 🍳 (When I was a Little Boy is a short but sweet memoir of Kästner's experiences growing up in Germany before WWI. My favourites were the passages about memory which l'll share below. There is an especially long I put in the next slide.) ✨ "But the other chronology, our memory, has nothing to do with metres and months, decades or acres. What we have forgotten is old. The unforgettable was yesterday. The measure here is not the time but the value. And the most precious of all things, whether happy or sad, is our childhood. Do not forget the unforgettable." ✨ "I have forgotten the name of the inn and the street, and even the name of my school friend. It has fallen through the big holes of the great sieve. Where to? Into the emptiness which remains empty, no matter how much falls into it. Memory is unjust." ✨ "There are memories which we bury so well, like a treasure in wartime, that we ourselves can never find them again. And there are other memories which we always carry around with us like lucky coins." ✨ #wheniwasalittleboy #erichkästner #slightlyfoxed #foodinbooks #friedeggs #eggs #memory https://www.instagram.com/p/CEj08CQqO6I/?igshid=19zsx55lyxded
