A springtime crush

In the spring of 1974 I visited Paris on a three-day school trip. We stayed two nights in some kind of youth hostel close to the Pont Neuf. Our class shared the first floor with a group of German students, who were more or less of the same age. In the evening we used to gather and hang out on the first floor landing where two or three old and worn, yet very comfortable coaches had been installed ... Much to our teachers’ dismay – we were a very strict all-girls’ school, and boys were seen as a menace!

Paris: Pont Neuf
Photo from the internet

It was all very friendly and innocent though, with brain-wrecking and sometimes hilarious conversations in a multi-lingual gibber that was a mixture of French, English and German. And that is where and how I met Jürgen G., the boy whom in the autumn of the same year sent me the postcard from Hessen that I mentioned in my previous post.

Before seeing the card I had completely forgotten about our meeting. That is why it took me over 48 hours to remember where I might have met this ‘Jürgen’. And when it finally came back to me, the only details I could come up with were that he was tall, had slightly curly shoulder-long hair (very fashionable in the 70ties) and unusual dark blue eyes. I guess I must have had a short and silly teenage crush on him.

The postcard was the last I ever heard from him. Although I’m not interested in contacting or seeing him again, I followed The Beaver’s advice (see yesterday’s comments) and googled his name. His first name and surname being very common in Germany, there are several Jürgen G.’s on Facebook, too many in fact to even consider doing further research …

However, finding his card after almost 40 years made a good blog topic, didn’t it? Especially at a time that there is nothing happening in my daily life that’s worth writing about …