On Tito, Real Love and Andre Rieu: Why our parents are the best reminders about our past and present selves

My parents just visited my husband,my son and me in Berlin for three weeks. It wasn’t really a ‘holiday’ for me in the literal sense of the word. It was more of a 21st century obscure job description soon to exist on Linkedin but one that people probably are already posting on craigslist. A job wavering at the fault…