At the age of nine, that means – oh my god – already 21 years ago, I was in Russia visiting my family. Over there I had a friend named Katja. Although we didn’t understand a word of what the other was saying, we got along so so well. One day she came to me and gave me her doll - as a present! I took it and - of course – named the Russian кукла after her. Since then percelain Katja accompanied me on all my movings. In Russia you often show your sympathy by little gifts. Katja, only six years old, also wanted to express her beloved friendship with me when she bequeathed her probably most valuable property to me. Just so I’d never forget her. And I didn’t.
