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Yeah. From today's perspective...

Ha! My dear friend,"from

today's perspective" meant nothing then.

From today's perspective.

I was away for sixty years.

I can't honestly remember.

Over there, where the parking lot is,

that was once a playing field.

My gang used to hang out there

the whole afternoon.

I was the littlest and had to play goal.

Yeah, so it went.

In front of here my old man

taught me to ride a bike.

I tell you, I don't know,

how often I fell

on my face out there.

But he never stopped.

We always continued.

Suddenly one day I was able

to ride a long way by myself.

It was good, that the bike was perhaps

a little too big for me.

People always laughed about

how proud I was about my long ride.

"Don't let them laugh at you",

my father told me.

But I never really had the feeling

that they were laughing at me.

I had the feeling,

that they were happy.

And then when they were gone?

Once in the middle of the night

my father woke me up and said:

"Come with me, child, onto the street.

I want to show you something. "

So then I was with him in the street.

He put a couple stones

in my hand and said:

"Now look at what you have there. "

Then he took a

a stone himself

and broke these panes of glass with it.

Yeah. Right here, where we're sitting.

The street was full of people.

It was pitch black.

Not so bright as today,

where eveything's lit up and shining,

because people

can't bear the darkness anymore.

Pitch black.

And all these people

were breaking windows with stones.

And these windowpanes here, my father

quickly smashed into pieces.

And I stood over there on the street.

and everything was full of broken glass,

and it burned and

the street glittered

because the fire was so bright.

And I can still remember perfectly,

that at some point I started to cry.

And now you ask, why?

Why?

Becuase I thought:

"Because of all these glass shards,

I can't ride my bike here anymore. "

- Hey, hey, hey. Is everying OK?

- What?

- Is everything OK with you?

- I can't understand you.

- Call an ambulance, please.

- Yeah.

- Another unit.

- Access isn't clear.

- Other side.

- Heartbeat?

It doesn't look good.

- They can't come in.

- But how's he doing?

- Are you relatives?

- No.

Please take a seat in the waiting room.

Excuse me, do you have a light?

Is he doing better?

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Hm.

- Have you called his family?

- He doesn't have one.

No one?

Can you tell me what his name is?

I can't, actually.

The first name?

Friedrich.

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