PAGE THIRTEEN; TRAVELLING MAN
Travelling suited Heinz. He was well organized, never bored and able to learn as only an artist can. Heinz was interesting and interested; a balance that could take him anywhere. To spend time alone was an essential part of his three month annual trip. On the move, a visit with oneself. Heinz avoided the summer crowds of Europe and the UK. April, May and June were his schedule. We would laugh recalling a scene in Godard's film Weekend. A seemingly endless number of cars waiting to fill up their gas tanks during the summer vacation season. Each vehicle contained it's own soap opera.
WHERE WHEN: In which country were you , travelling man, when the doll painting left your life? Was the wind blowing in your face as this fate began? Were you looking westward? Did anything seem as if falling out of place?
NORWAY: Heinz loved Norway. The music school Heinz attended had trips for winter skiing and summer camping in the Norwegian countryside. Heinz vacationed on his own as a teenager. His first love was a young Sami. Heinz described their chaste relationship "It was a love of the heart.". Her father owned reindeer. In 1994, during the opening ceremonies of the Lillehammer Winter Olympics, people skiied downhill while playing musical instruments. When I asked him if he had done this, Heinz replied, "Yes, with a concert piano."
THE NETHERLANDS: Heinz would begin crying each time he spoke of how the Dutch treated him during the war. He was with a film crew filming propaganda. Actively resisting, they knew his political history was true. Requesting he join them, Heinz was taken to a location with a short wave radio. Together they listened to the BBC coverage of D-Day. Heinz would say, if he had betrayed them, they would have been tortured and executed. Again he would begin to cry. As well as the trust between these people, was the caring. Without enough for themselves to eat, the Dutch gave food to Heinz for his family. Less than a year later, my father was among the Canadian troops who liberated the Netherlands
BERLIN: One year, Heinz and his little van somehow became surrounded by the gay pride parade on the main street of Berlin. With his happy laughing face throughout the telling of the tale, Heinz confessed everyone was having a great time, himself included. It took a long time to escape.
FRANCE: Heinz found it hard to believe he had been lost in the south of France. Most surprising; he arrived at Lourdes. Believers and gawkers, Heinz belonged to neither. Time in the Pyrennes was planned for solitude and self reflection. He would laugh and laugh recounting the details . Salvationn or side show, no one could have been more out of place.
In 199_, in the runup to the French presidential election, Heinz was concerned that in his travels he could witness the Le-Pen campaign. At home, at a distance, he was very upset by this right wing candidate. Travel demands, jet lag and being right there would have a greater impact.Heinz planned his route carefully. Prevention worked. Again, Heinz enjoyed France.