Actually, we all know how this will play out. From the first time he watched their drama, from his unblinking stare, from his stoic fascination, we all knew how this would play out.
Watching his concentration when he reads his poems, watching his tears when he listens to his playing the piano, we all know how this will play out. Surely he would hide reports against them, he would surely prevent his wife from going on that dirty date, he would write false wiretap records every day, and he would remove the deadly typewriter before the army came.
We all knew it was going to happen, but we were still moved.
It was indescribable heartache to see him sitting in the dark underground, unpacking letters, and becoming the lowest member of the secret service. He still looked calm. Sitting behind him was a young man who had made a joke in the dining hall and was destroyed by a high-pressure tyranny for a joke. They heard the Berlin Wall came down.
Every day in early autumn and September is blue The
young , tall trees stretch up and
grow like love The beautiful and clean sky above
us
A cloud moves slowly
It is so white and flawless
And if you believe
it will always be by your side
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