In the last photo I took of my grandparents, you can see them holding hands. How grandma encloses grandpa's palm with her thin, bony fingers. In fact, they had hardly any strength left at the time. Both were dying. Side by side, each in their own care bed in their living room in Görlitz. To reunite them once more, I put their hands together. They held each other for several minutes. That's when I realized they were going together.