My mother’s mother, my maternal grandmother, used to tell me stories, as I have mentioned in earlier blog posts. She also taught me how to draw an 8-pointed star. As she scribbled a star on a scrap of paper, she would say this poem, in German: Kri Kra Kroten-Fuss, Gänse Laufen Bar-Fuss The translation is … Continue reading A story and a star