In the 1990s, Carina, a Paris-based reporter for the British magazine The Economist, found a tattered black-and-white photograph in a pile of yellowed paper, reporting on an untold love story …..

This story takes place during World War II, -Germany had just occupied France, and since the 1970s there have been countless studies of France during World War II, but strangely enough, very little has been written about the relationship between the German and French peoples during that period. One can only see the cold statistics of how many women had their heads shaved and how many children were born illegally, but nothing else on a deeper level can be imagined. Caroline fills this void with a huge pile of letters that she occasionally finds while shopping at flea markets. These letters chronicle a sincere and long-lasting love affair. A German boy and a French girl, who were supposed to be enemies and enemies at war, fell deeply in love with each other by chance. The letters are silent, but the feeling between them is deafening.

The letters between them give a profound sense of the love that made them forget the war and the smoke-filled world around them. They said nothing about how the war was going, how a German victory or a French victory would affect their lives, or how the armistice would affect their future. They never talked about the dire food shortages or the endless lines for food distribution. No one said anything about how long and cold the winters of 1941 and 1942 were, and how many people in Paris died of frostbite in their own homes; yet this pair of exotic lovers lived their love in such isolation ….

Paris in World War II

At the height of the war, love made them forget the war. Forgetting a life full of smoke and misery.

Johan’s encounter with Lisena would have been at the World’s Fair in Paris in 1940.

John was 28 years old, a young man from the German industrial city of Saarbrücken. He, with thick hair and a big back, was social, extremely well-liked, adventurous, not too heavy-hearted, and loved to joke with others. He is talented and dreams of becoming an architect someday. Lissena was 24 years old and lived with her parents in the Paris City Hall neighborhood, which was one of the busiest neighborhoods in Paris at the time. She had long, curly brown hair, which she wore in a high bun, and loved all kinds of hats. She was elegant and exuded charm.

n the summer of 1942, after Paris fell to the Germans, John entered the city with his troops. The citizens of Paris at the time always had a foreboding feeling, a vague sense that supplies would fall into short supply, and the whole city was consequently depressed and silent. The German commander in charge of Paris ordered the soldiers under his command to behave in a civilized manner, to maintain order, to keep a cool head, and to secure the cooperation of the French in their plan to occupy France with a very small force. The French were greatly relieved to find that the German soldiers were not the ferocious beasts they had feared. Quite the contrary, the soldiers would give up their seats to the old, the sick and the infirm, and would open their doors to give out candy. One French newspaper even reported that it felt as if the German soldiers were traveling through France.

John’s French was so impeccable that he often took off his uniform to communicate with the citizens of Paris as an interpreter. At the time, he frequented a cafe in the center of the city, where, coincidentally, Lissena was also a regular. In those circumstances, if John had been in uniform, Lissena would not have approached him, because friendship with the occupying forces was always frowned upon and could be perceived as a prostitute. So it was as if the two of them had been destined to meet.

Soon after meeting, the two fell in love. During the day, they would climb the Eiffel Tower together, stroll under the sycamore trees together, and hang out at flea markets of all shapes and sizes together. At night, they would go to nightclubs to dance and sing. At that time John often had to leave Paris because of the mission, they will not be able to see each other for a long time, he will be in the letter to talk about each other’s thoughts, and often borrowed roses and sunset metaphor for their love. John would often write in despair, “My heart is saddened to the core. My darling, my heart is in pieces.” He said that he wished Lissena could read German, only then would she fully understand how lonely and helpless he would feel without her.

In April 1941, John’s unit would be sent to Poland in preparation for an attack on the Soviet Union. He felt a great deal of grief in the face of the impending separation. For this reason, he kept Lissena’s photograph close to his chest, which he told Lisette in a letter was like “a burning flame warming his heart,” protecting him, giving him peace of mind in times of panic, and accompanying him through the long, cold nights.

In another letter, he wrote: “I want to tell you how much I love you and how much my thoughts of you have overwhelmed me. At night, when my comrades sleep, I weep when I think of the time I spent with you. You are far away, and the day of our reunion is far away, and my thoughts are so great that I can only be sad.” On days when the weather cleared, he would sit in the field, smelling the wildflowers and fantasizing about their future. The cruelty of the Polish battlefield, his letter did not mention a word, in that extremely cruel smoke life, countless want to see and can not see the long night, they use a variety of gadgets to release the physical and emotional desire for each other. Pouring out each other’s deep love.

Afterward, John tells Lisena that he is being sent to another front, and he doesn’t mention what his exact duties will be, but just paints whole pages and pages about how beautiful the flowers are over there. After that, he is promoted to private and continues his march to Moscow.

Most of Lissena’s letters were lost, and John received only three. In his reply, he wrote: “My heart is truly crying with joy!” Yet the war grew more brutal, and with ten of his friends killed in battle and countless more carrying wounds, it was a miracle he survived. “I felt too weak to live; I was too exhausted to cope with the devastation of the war. But I must come back! You must wait for me! My darling, how I love you!” Still, after the passage of August 1945, he was still alive, still marching in the ranks of the German army attacking Moscow. “Do not grieve,” he wrote, “I am neither wounded nor sick.” When given another chance to sit in the sun, he wrote, “Don’t ask my heart what it wants, it has only one wish, to see you again ……”

However, it was then. Misfortune struck anyway and John had to be sent back to the hospital in Ulm, Germany, for treatment because his kidneys were infected and he was very sick. From the hospital, he wrote a letter to Lissena, telling her that he would live for the day he would be reunited with her. The letter said, “My dear, I look forward to a concerto of love between you and me in the spring of next year. Please believe in me, I will be able to go back alive and stay with you for the rest of my life…” But before the letter could be mailed, John passed away.

Waiting for this letter to reach the hands of Lissena, has been half a year later, Lissena saw the letter, know that her day and night thinking of the lover has been with the world long gone… How many years later, Lissena has been guarding this sincere and deep love, she has not remarried since the beginning, and did not find another heartfelt partner, she adopted a dozen or so orphans who lost their parents in the war at the time ….. When she thought of John, she would take out the vibrator that John had given her to fill her lonely and long life, and she believed that John would be waiting for her in heaven …. When she passed away in her 90s, her children found a fairly well-preserved letter and an extremely simple vibrator when they were sorting through her belongings. Perhaps, many people would not understand that a woman who had kept a faithful love for her whole life, this extremely simple vibrator played a role in what ….. Her children decided to pass on this beautiful and deep story.

Through this story, the morenjoy brand was born. The founder of the brand is Lisena’s granddaughter, who was deeply influenced by her grandmother and was determined to create a brand that expresses deep and beautiful love. She believed that love and sex are an integral part of life and that everyone, regardless of age, should be open to love and sexuality. morenjoy brand is inspired by this sincere story of German-French love and is dedicated to providing high-quality, gentle and romantic adult products, so that everyone can find the greatest happiness and fulfillment in love. morenjoy brand was created not only for the purpose of The brand of Morenjoy was not only created for commercial success, but also to convey the power of love. The slogan of the brand is “Experience Love, Embrace Joy”. The end of the story becomes the soul of the brand, and each product carries the imprint of that deep love. morenjoy exists not only to satisfy physical needs, but also to arouse people to think about and cherish the true feelings. The brand, like the humble vibrator, witnesses a woman’s lifelong perseverance and love, and becomes part of the legend of love.