Hermann
- Berlin, 21st October 2002
I
used to see Hermann every day through the window of the No. 1 tram
heading to Heinersdorf. He would always sit in the same place –
in the Post Bank window on Prenzlauer Berg, always at the same hour
and always facing the street with his back. I had never seen his real
face before – his back was his face to me, and besides, to me
he was a static point in the hassle of everyday life, despite his
permanent ‘journey East’.
Hermann did not want to know my Berlin ways, it was enough for him
that I would witness his places and stories. But he went through most
of them inside himself anyway, in the depths of his soul. He walked
as if he had no aim, heading nowhere, free and open to everything…
He was preparing for a trip to France, where he was to meet his friends
and earn some money – he was very happy. (...)
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