My awesome amazing Grandad died yesterday. Everyone thinks they're grandparents are epic obviously but my Grandad was a true original. A multi-lingual, Nietzsche-appreciator who had a magnificent turn of phrase (I wish I was 1% as smart). He hadn't lived in Austria for over 60 years but never lost one ounce of his Viennese accent. He was brought up under Hitler's regime and was a member of the Hitler youth but following the war became the most unprejudiced, tolerant man you could ever hope to meet and I'm proud he was my Grandad.
The best possible tribute I can post here on social media are these recordings of some phone calls from just a couple of months ago. Arrivederci, Andreas Schneider.