"A kind of statement for a first contact to somebody who might become a real friend."

"Hühnerfahrt - bird of passage"

My family moved after the unrest of war, brutally expelled for the second time, and with so little property left.
To my opinion the move only concentrated on our hens.
In the front of the furniture-van the family looking forward.
In the back, out of the travelcages with wirenetting, the hens looking backward.
After one day I went to school.
The hens were the friends, I could take with me.
With my first photo-camera I portaid the hens.
I always saw them in their colorfull feathers.
Even on black-and-white pictures, I could recognize their colours.

P.S. "Are the hens fed?", Bismarck on his death-bed