hellziggy

I was supposed to be named Karl, after my grandfather. As was my sister. In the end it was my father's sister who finally provided a male specimen to carry on the name. 20 years later my father had a son with his new wife and of cours, Karl was one of his names. (He got 3! We only got one each) They always call him Johan though.

That was my bit of totally unnecessary information for the day.