Between us, meanwhile it has become certainty. Most of the time the small drop of blood glows bright red, almost orange, but sometimes it changes color, becomes dark, purple, and in extreme cases, even pitch black. So far it has only happened once, shortly after returning from the Orient. When I was walking through the streets of an East German town one day, my skin had not yet weathered from its brown shade, which it had assumed under the Arab sun, to the Central European winter pale. I wore the new amulet around my neck and was a little disappointed because it never turned out to be anything other than the usual inconspicuous manner. No matter how often I looked at it, it was always light, it never changed its color. I walked along a fence, first thoughts sprouting, maybe that they might have been glued, then I turned my head and my gaze fell through the rusty meshes on a shabby building in front of which several young people were lounging. Suddenly there was a wild scream.
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