Friends

I met you when I was four and you were five. The first time I saw you was in the hallway of our building. You were living with your mom on the ground floor. I was about to move in with my mom on the top floor. Soon we would spend everyday together in kindergarten, in school, after school, on weekends. Our walks home from our Schülerladen (with the great name of “Zornige Zwerge” and located in the Spontivilla) felt like days, sometimes walking backwards, playing schwarzer Mini, pinching each other, chasing through the streets and all seasons. You tied my shoes until I finally learned to do it myself. We learned riding the bicycle together. We also had the bad experience with this man on the street and we swore to don’t tell anyone until we finally did. I slept over some time, your mother was collecting dolls, later she would win a car. It’s ben a lifetime I haven’t seen you and today you sent me this. A pearl of past times.