When I was a little boy, about ten years old, a new neighbor moved in next to us. The five families who had lived there before had to move out because the house was sold by the trust for a "good price."

The bank director now owned a house that was about three times the size of ours. He lived there alone for about 8 years and had three different women during that time. However, he only had one goat the entire time, which bleated right in front of my window. When the director went on vacation more often, I was allowed to feed Gusti every day. The goat, which was very stubborn and could eat potato peels at an incredible pace, not only outlived three partners but - as far as I know - also the next two moves of the old neighbor.

Over 5 years ago, my parents decided to keep goats as well. Of course, the lead buck had to be named Gusti again. When you called Gusti, actually all three goats responded to the name. Although, of course, Luise and Lotte knew very well what their names were - at least we believed so.

Later, when we were thinking with friends about a suitable name for a leather trade whose assortment is made up of 90% goat leather, only one name came to mind:

Gusti Leder