We met again after a good 25 years. He had been at the first go4peace camp in Bosnia and then left for a year of voluntary service in Brazil. At some point we lost sight of each other, but not out of our hearts. A few years ago, I heard about a farm project that he had started with his wife and children. So the idea had matured to offer a pilgrimage to the farm in the Holy Year of Hope. Ten of us set off, were warmly welcomed and experienced an impressive life's work: a thriving farm fully oriented towards sustainability, a couple with five children, a large network of volunteers and a solidarity-based agricultural cooperative. When we left in the evening, the farmer came back and told us what his participation in the Bosnia camp had meant to him: ‘For me, it was a milestone in my life. Somehow, one of the many minibuses we took to Bosnia was missing a second driver. And then Meinolf said to me, “You can do it, can't you?” That moment, when I was shown so much trust, gave birth to something in me that I have never lost throughout my life: courage.’
