It was a joke when Louis took the blond hair of his niece and draped them over his forehead "look how beautiful, will you give me some of them? It´ll grow again but mine here at the front won´t any more" He smiled, Jane was only 3 1/2, looking seriously at his blank forehead "Why?" "Well, I´m too old, men at a certain age often loose their hair, that´s normal, you mustn´t be sorry about"

Uncle Louis had arrived friday evening to have a nice weekend together with his sister Anne, her husband Paul and their two little children Jane and her older sister Doris. Saturday morning they went shopping and afterwards had a picnic at the little lake nearby the town, the weather was fabulous, it couldn´t have been better Louis thought when he took out all the slices with cheese and ham, the tomatoes, apples, orange-juice and all the neccecities you need for a real successful picnic. He saw the smile in Janes little face when he gave her the apple he had specially rubbed at his pullover to give him a glance of summer and sweetness.

The children loved their uncle, he was so different from their parents, he always liked playing with them, he could tell exciting stories from his adventures, he had been in so many different countries and seen a lot of fantastic things: animals, flowers, buildings, people, it was delightful to listen to him sometimes also fearful, but never boring. What profession he has exactly, they didn´t know, they guessed something with photos, because he always brought a lot of them back from his "adventures"

- what are you grumbling about?
- well you know I don´t really like your "famous" brother
- don´t be sarcastic, he isn´t famous at all, but look how excited Jane and Doris are, they nearly adore him
- they are children, they can´t see his immense faults
- that´s really unfair only because he doesn´t take much care about a solid profession and has no aims to earn a lot of money and make an imposant career you mustn´t say he is something like a black sheep of the familily or a bad influence for the children. He plays with them
- it´s quite normal to be tired after a hard working day, when I had freetime like your "beloved" brother...
- shut up, it´s enough now you´ll never see his qualities but don´t disturb our children the view they have from their uncle

There stood Jane, a serious little human being, and looked up to Louis. With dignity she presented him her light blond hair she had cut off for him.