Geschichte

I had seen it; I spent all day on the telephone, and I knew. I knew how they were. I knew what they were doing. I was their enemy, and it was my job--it was both my job and my duty--to remain well-informed.

This was as true beneath the Jakobertor as it was across town, at the Oberhausen Bahnhof. It was someone else's conception of how that world might be arranged.

I was an arsonist in that society, or had hoped to be. There were cowboys, criminals, outlaws, spies, athletes--I didn't know. There was such a catalogue of things; I could barely follow it. I had not cared to follow it, at least not at that time.

"Schlafen kann ich wenn ich tot bin."