It took eleven years before we had another opportunity to travel to Banat. This time, the travel group consisted only of my sister Birgit, my brother-in-law Martin, and me. We set off on the morning of May 5. It was a terribly rainy day, and Martin drove us all the way to Werschetz. There we stayed in the same house with the same hosts as in 2014. Birgit had also been there once before in 2016.

After a hearty dinner in a nearby restaurant and a good night's sleep, our first stop the next day was the mass grave where our grandfather was laid to rest. It was a beautiful day. We walked around the grave, Birgit picked a bouquet of wildflowers for the grave, and of course we lit a candle. Then we drove to Georgshausen, the home of our father, Dr. Josef Wüst.

In Georgshausen, we walked around and let the place of our ancestors sink in. We explored the half-renovated Birg Villa, visited the cemetery and the small church that stands on our grandparents' property. The neighbor of the church was kind enough to unlock the door for us so that we could light a candle inside the church. We were also able to explore the pond and the completely destroyed train station.

In the afternoon, we drove back to Werschetz, where we took a coffee break in the park and visited the tower and the little church on the hill. Knowing that our father had certainly walked around the mountain and vineyards in his younger years, when he attended high school in Werschetz and lived in the student dormitory, we thoroughly enjoyed the area with its stunning views. Only now can we understand our father's enthusiasm for Werschetz.

The next day took us to Alt Lec, the home village of our grandmother Anna Fochler. We searched for and found the house of our great-grandparents—it looks even more destroyed than in 2014 and is still inhabited by the same old lady. Our next destination was our great-grandparents' crypt chapel in the cemetery. It looked better this time than when I last visited eleven years ago, but everything was gone, no cross, completely cleaned out. We mounted two new pictures with the faces of our ancestors and, of course, lit a candle for each of them.

We drove on via Lasarfeld, where this time we couldn't find the Fochler family mill, to Groß Betschkerek. It was from here that our father set off on his journey into the unknown, leaving the Banat region forever. He would never return.

On our last day, we tried to find the memorial cross in the cemetery in Werschetz. Since we had imagined it differently, we couldn't find it at first. But after a phone call to the chairman of the Swabian Association, Gerhard Schiestl, we found it very quickly. At the cemetery, we met Stefan Mundiac, whom Gerhard had sent to us. This very nice gentleman explained all the details about the memorial cross to us in great detail.

Our trip ended with a visit to a wine cellar in Kudric. A very friendly junior manager, who spoke English quite well, told us a lot about his cellar, which once belonged to German residents, let us taste some wines, and showed us some newly restored rooms in the former residence. We then bought a few boxes of wine from him and went to a nearby restaurant for dinner. There we were joined by Brane, our friend from Georgshausen.

On May 9, we began our journey home, after many experiences and wonderful impressions. If all goes well, we want to come back in two years.