Young, well liked, admired, and apparently privileged but in fact ill-fated, Adolf, my elder brother and only sibling, found what saved him, but it eventually doomed him. Though dead in body, Adolf lives on in mind - in my mind. Never before had he flown, but when about thirteen, up he went at an airshow to stunt in a two-winged plane for two, the pilot in one cockpit, he in the other. When he came down, he said, "I want to fly again." A few years later, in England where we grew up, Adolf decided he wanted to be a surgeon.