LOGINThe first time that FL really realized, that one of her bad dreams became reality again, was in the children's playground in the vicinity of the apartment. Hanna was on the playground with his mother FL as a companion. Hanna romped around with other children. Until Hanna fell off the slide. Because he hadn't been careful during the frolic, Hanna slipped off the edge. Had a fall. Down a meter and a half. The exact same scene with Hanna at the children's playground that FL clearly saw in the dream. ... ..... That it was a fact that what FL dreamed of could become real. That there was a likelihood of reality. Although her husband knew about the events in her dreams because she finally told him in great detail, he simply couldn't see that sometimes he actually already knew a story that happened to someone in the family . Although FL repeatedly pointed out to him, that it could be possible that it would happen that way. And that a few small things had happened in real life before, the way FL had seen them in a nightmare.... The husband never paid attention and one night....... The sonorous voice of a trustworthy, compassionate policeman outside FL's door informed her that there had been an accident on the autobahn. A bad accident that shouldn't have happened. FL's husband and her little son, both are dead.
View MoreFascinating to look at every time he performs , Hansi.Gray, fake soldiers' trousers that Hansi had put on at home. A man's shirt with horizontal stripes in white and blue; the buttons halfway open. Hansi presented a sparkling white T-shirt underneath.Hansi had his mobile telephony on the back of his right hip on the wide belt in a leather bag. Likewise, a second device, from which the two white headphone cables ran up to Hansi's shirt front pocket. There for Hansi to be able to listen to his favorite music when he got the chance, downloaded from Hansi at home on the computer and then over there. Or the music when Hansi unplugged that Hansi had saved on the Phönchen.One of Hansi's earlobes covered a white headphone. A black microphone arm made of hard plastic that half staked Hansi's cheek away from there.In the way that Hansi looked like an agent from a spy thriller. Secret agent Hansi on a secret mission.Only the secret agent
"The elevator is coming down!"The exclamation of a booming male voice."It'll be good that he's doing it again now," said a second man with a full-bodied vocal range. "They think here that I stole my time.""Don't you have that?" it came from a third party. "Do you still have appointments today? Besides these?"Such a little girl in the very best of retirement age who passed Verena to get in line with those who had 'red'.The old woman took Verena's suitcase on wheels to pull it with her. As a matter of course, as if the piece belonged to her.Nonetheless, the old woman immediately let go when Verena reacted, leaned forward, reached for the handle of the trolley case, which was Verena's property, which Verena could have proven when asked.Flickering brown eyes avoided Verena's staring gaze .The pretty, blonde Russian German who was now standing in front of Verena took her phone out of her leather hip
Some sort of magnet that seemed to be attached to Klein Conny at the location below, so that Klein Conny simply couldn't go anywhere else.Surprisingly for Verena, Little Conny made a movement, as if Little Conny were stumbling forward. As a result of her stumbling, Klein Conny pushed forward, leaning forward, to the middle of the body of the unnamed for Verena, rubbing her cheeks there.Until Angie, the fifteen-year-old, who had watched all the goings-on with Little Conny's eyes wide, reached for Little Conny's shoulder and arm. Angie pulled Klein Conny close to her, spoke words directly to Klein Conny's earlobe. Whereupon Little Conny nodded up to Angie happily.Angie's index finger pointed to where five girls, boys in Angie's age group stood together.They talked about something important, what their extravagant gestures looked like.A smile played around Conny's mouth. Conny nods again in agreement for Angie.With the facial features of
I really have to talk to Mr. Mendl", Verena stayed with her, not wanting to leave the place. "The appointment with Mr. Mendl, which I had at nine thirty - is important for me.""Punctuality would have been important for you. If I tell Gerald, how you behave here ..." The gray-haired social station worker put her tray, which she used for the coffee supply, on a rectangular table on the wall, which Verena had not noticed until then opposite from.Pharmacist and union brochures lying around there on the table surface to take away for party traffic. A diocese sheet."I-I have to-have to go with Mr. ...", Verena stuttered."I really love that you kicked the door here at Gerald's." The arms that the gray-haired woman, who wore a dark gray, knee-length skirt suit for the unadorned office appearance, now put on her hips. "I really only think that's great. Lonely class. Excellent. If Gerald hears that from me, I think Gerald will find that great too.





