This was one of the last photo's I took with my dad. Not long after I visited him here in South-Africa, he died in a paraglider-accident.
He was a para-glider for 20 years and somewhere in the back of my mind I always had known this would happen at some point. Not because I have some weird paranormal gifts, neh ... it was just blunt risk calculation.
Anyway, he loved his red Ford and as a kind of silly souvenir I brought him a pair of car lashes which where quite a trendy gadget those days. I obliged him to wear them on his car as long as I was around. As soon as I was back on the plane he was allowed to take them of.
After a month wearing them and a month of being laughed at by the locals, my dad removed them. But during driving air friction had rubbed the plastic lashes against the paint, so the paint around ' the eyes' had become matt polished.
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