Walk back with the son, back from the shop, the grocery store in the basement of the shopping centre.
Before the shop, the cafe, and his strange conversations about his obsession with old cars from the GDR.
Return home, enter via the red door, that door now well over on hundred years old.
Check the plug on the trailer for the car. The correct adapter is in place. Today is the day the rubble from the last renovation in the old house is to be brought away.
And what was to be a short mornings job turned into a days work
and in the evening, not having eaten, measure the blood pressure..
The heart racing and the blood pressure low, low.
Every time standing up nearly falling down again.
Call
ask the son to make a cup of coffee.
Sit and read.
Tinnitus his is very loud.
It is all suddenly frightening.
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