Hans and Anna had always loved boat rides, all their long life together. Whether rowing across alpine lakes, gliding down the Rhine with boatloads of tourists, or guided tours of busy harbours like Hamburg, they never missed a chance to take a boat trip. But this one, aboard an old trawler that chugged into the wintry North Sea from Cuxhaven, would be their last. As the roar of the engines dwindled to a murmur, the skipper nodded: here, now. Hans lowered the urn with Anna’s ashes into the sea. “Auf Wiedersehen, sweetheart,” he said, “see you again soon, I hope.”
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