Guter Junge Page #4

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Is that so hard to understand?

And.. how much do I have to pay?

A gift.

Can I come in?

Wait.

Yet?

Still one moment.

You can come in now.

Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday

to you. Happy Birthday sweet Sven.

Congratulations with your

fourteenth birthday.

Is something wrong?

Fourteen, sixteen, seventeen...

Seventeenth anniversary.

Wrong too.

With you, one can get confused.

You have drunk?

I have cheered with the numerous guests.

Hey!

Don't you know anymore how this is done?

I make you a gift.

You are standing in front of me.

And you say with glimmering

childish eyes:
'For me?'

Your eyes has shined more in former days.

Nah. Unwrap it.

Digital. With everything included.

Unwrap it.

You have to try it out. It does not bite.

What do you wish to prove with it?

You want to make a statement with it.

You... wants to proves something to me.

Understood?

'How does he looks like?'

'Red Shirt. Just like a

child abuser looks.'

'Are you at the location Roter Strasze?'

'He goes to Juha's Park,

just in front of me.'

'Now he is at Heidelberger. Hurry up.'

Where is he?

He can't get out from here.

Achim!

Get up.

Turn around.

You will turn around.

Achim!

Stop it!

Now you acting completely foolish.

You are like a junkie.

Quite so false and lost.

Never trust a junkie.

We celebrated our farewell.

Patrick is moving away. We

celebrated our farewell.

The chambermaid with arrive soon.

Cleaning.

I have sold the business.

Otherwise it would be torn at the end.

Becker has taken over the load.

Did not he tell you anything?

Me as entrepreneur...

Probably, I'm not the right guy for it.

I love you.

We need our freedom.

Do you understand?

Now I'm back...

where I started fifteen years ago.

A newcomer.

I'm almost forty.

You have to made a decision.

Achim...

Sven?

Tell me your name again.

Leon... Dering

And how old are you?

In September I'm becoming eleven.

Can you make a happy face?

Uuuhh...

Can you already kiss?

Like in real?

Show me.

Kiss the hand.

What has happened?

You were here with a boy, isn't it?

Where is he?

Sven. I asked you something.

Where is the boy?

Ran away.

Come. Let's go home.

What are you doing Sven.

What are you doing?

What do you think of a journey?

A long travel.

Just the two of us.

With a taxi.

With a taxi...

to India.

Shortly after I finished high school...

I hit the road.

With comrades we bought an old VW-bus.

But it was rather quick over.

The engine failed.

But of course, that's not happening to us.

From Greece, over the Bosporus..

Via Turkey, Iran...

Afghanistan...

Pakistan...

to India.

To .....?

That's where the last wild tigers live?

Good Evening. Criminal Investigation,

police-officer Hartmann.

Does Mr. Sven Maas live here?

One moment please.

Sven?

Sven!

I call you when I'm done.

Is alright.

'Visitor 1151'

Thanks.

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