When I rushed to Asunción after my father’s death to dissolve his household, I used a small camera to document his assets and, to a certain extent, my moods. I tried to get closer to him and his life, which spanned almost a century, the last third of which he had spent in Paraguay as Swiss emigrant. The relationship with my father had not been easy, especially as the banker had never accepted my choice of profession. It was only when we both got older that a certain serenity set in and we got along better. I visited him in Paraguay every few years and we spoke regularly on the phone.

In his honor, I put together a small publication with these photos and portraits of him that I had taken a few years earlier.