It was a beautiful morning in Frankfurt...

I had been very excited about my first job after college although that excitement had now calmed down a bit. But after a long winter - living in bread-and-breakfast hotels - spring had finally come and with it the date to move into my own apartment close to my work in Frankfurt, Germany.

Life was just perfect. A good job with the perception of an abundance of money, a very nice girl-friend, my own comfortable apartment and now - to top it all - spring had sprung.

And there I was, driving through this beautiful morning, along the river Main. Heading into Frankfurt.

Music from the radio, and then suddenly I started to cry.

I mean CRY - tears running down my face, sobbing deeply.

It was just a song on the radio! In case you are interested - it was "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" by Edith Piaf - -

- - what, you don't even know who that is? - OK, just briefly so that my story will make more sense to you. Edith Piaf was a big singing star in the 30's in France. Her stardom peaked during the 40's when Germany occupied bigger parts of France, especially Paris. She died before I was beyond the children's song phase - in this lifetime.

In other words, I could not have had any experience with her that I could place within my current lifetime.

So - what the heck happened?

It took me many years to find out - many years and a lot of money. (I might, at a later time, tell this long story of my trials and tribulations in the e-zine "Echoes from the Past" but for now lets get on with the short version and Edith Piaf.