It was a full day at the Liborifest in Paderborn. With our Tiny House we stood directly at the cathedral tower and met many people. A small group of young confirmands had made their way to us to be there. They walked through the festival, enjoyed the colorful life and handed out invitations to the Tiny House. During the many spontaneous conversations at the Tiny House, I had passed the ball to one girl. She told me what it had meant to her to work with the logbook "My life - windy and shiny" and how personally she had felt addressed in the discussion groups in front of the Tiny House. In the evening, the ten of us sat together briefly and looked back on the experiences of the day. When everyone said goodbye, the teenager stayed behind. "We were on vacation in the mountains and also visited Dachau. In a small store there I found a small angel made of metal. I immediately thought of you and bought it for you." With a shine in her eyes, she pressed the small gift into my hand. I was overwhelmed. An angel.
