The last time I saw George was in summer 2001. He invited me to come to Austria where he stayed at Gerhard Berger’s house in Going. Even though all these cancer therapies had left their marks, behind his hearty laugh and his bright eyes one would have never suspected a seriously ill man.

We were having a break after a walk, resting in the grass when suddenly he looked at me and said: “Do you know that it has taken me many, many years until I realised how special these meadows with their soft grasses are to me? Somehow I feel we have a very close relationship. I just love the seemingly endless meadows with their long and soft grasses and the waves they make when the wind is blowing. It’s like cherishing the wind of life rather than struggling against it all the time.

So, Klaus, when I’m gone, all you have to do is stand in a meadow, feel the waving grass and I will be close to you.“