Taking a second look at the strange quilt of my life, now, in retrospect, I see many patches coming into focus little by little, taking on deeper symbolic meaning. In some ways it reminds me of a paper print latent and exposed in a developing tray as it slowly "comes to life", at first faintly, somewhat blurry, then quickly emerging into its full pre-image range. -visualized by its creator with all the necessary nuances and shades. As I reflect on major events in my life, a pattern emerges that defies relegation to mere chance. I like to think that maybe providence and fate had something to do with it. This is why I would like to refocus on some of the post-seventies events that moved me deeply and continue to influence and enrich my life to this very moment. As I said at the beginning of my story, the reason for this loss Contacts with our relatives in Russia was due to the fact that any contact with people in the West and especially with people in Germany or the United States meant for them incarceration, exile or worse. Stalin's KGB sent millions of its citizens to forced labor camps in Siberia or to eternal banishment for lesser "crimes" than contact with the free world. This is why, during our stay in Russia, our family was always suspicious, due to our mother's German language. Originally, our father graduated from a German theological seminary, married a German subject, has two of their sons living in Germany, and maintains contact with his wife's parents outside the Soviet Union. Imagine! Regardless, without that chance/providential meeting with MP Kulakov in 1970, my life would not have come full circle and personally, I would not have been enriched by special people and events that followed. of paper... which is no longer a distant "glittering star" in the Orient, becomes the object of my esteem here and now. She in turn responds by choosing me to be the godfather of her soon-to-be-born daughter. Then, on November 17, 1995, as I witnessed the miracle of Alexa's birth, my life took on an even richer and more complete meaning, when, in this life-changing moment, I became her godfather, she my namesake, my gifted “princess” baby. , a loving copy of his mother, whose debut on this side of heaven took place in 1970, the year the missing puzzle pieces of my life finally fell into place. This mysterious and sparkling object from afar is no longer just the fruit of my imagination but is indeed becoming reality. So even the “strangest” patch in my “quilt of life” is no longer a mystery. Having found their rightful place; they are exactly where they rightfully belong. The “Quilt” is now finished!