Albert

He was studious and wise, empathetic and socially caring.

He felt the closeness of his mother, for he had known the intensity of her life as her last breath gave way to his first.

Motherless, yet mother-full, he’d carry her with him always.

He was Albert.

He was my grandfather.

And in 1912, aged ten, he and his father embarked on a journey …

Here is Albert’s own introduction to his story.