Now you, after Siggi, the Röckle, the Siegfried Roecklin, also you died.
This is my first helpless Obituary for you, my father's friend.
Dear James, I will take the liberty, nor to tell a little about you and the unforgettable stories that you brought from India, half the world with which you not only so, strict spirit, have enriched my life.
I am writing this, and what will follow, for those who have known you, knew that the hard, sometimes cynical James launched a basic good guy was, in gratitude for all the hours we spent together.
Questions I can not log; I'm going when I have taken me, just take the liberty to tell a little of what you have given me.
You are not going away. Not by me. Never. (more ...)










