A couple of weeks ago I found an old friend on Facebook from my school days in Brazil.
Tommy was the pure concept of sunshine. Huge blue eyes and a broad smile that seemed to never leave his face. Tommy’s father was our math teacher and the one who went with us to the first Hard Rock festival in Rio – we were a small group of hard core hard rock fans, and we were minors in need of an adult “victim” to accompany us. At the end it was due to Tommy’s father that we were the only ones who had to watch the show from behind (!) the stage, as he expected the Maracanã stadium to collapse under the rhythmic jumps of the audience.
Tommy was also the magic guitar player of our first very own band … And only his huge smile never quite fit the hard rock concept.
Tommy just died of liver failure.
Like many of us. he did not cope well with returning to live in Germany.
I found out literally one click before I read that I was being asked to submit a quick selfportrait.
I thought, I could not do a self portrait today.
I did one nonetheless.
I am not sure if it can be used for what it is supposed to be for …
But here we go.
For Tommy.
For blue eyes and a soul that will now hopefully find it’s light again.
