The rising dark red morning sun shone, apparently trying to breathe color back into the mountain. This majestic structure made of rock that nobody had to put up with. In contrast to the viewer, it is free and self-determined. On the one hand, he loathed him for it. Although, otherwise, he already liked him. He knew the shapes and shades of this massive mountain. Because for the past two hundred and forty days, whenever he woke up, he could look at him from the barracks, from his quarters from the bunk bed. But this morning he loved him. Goodbye Berg, thought Private Harald Steiner, take care. Maybe we'll see each other again one fine day. Then, however, I as a free person and certainly no longer as a trodden receiver of orders, as before. Still lost in thought, looking at the increasingly lighter shades of the mountain, he suddenly heard a voice shouting "day watch" outside in the hallway. Any other, for the past two hundred and forty days,
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