Downstairs, Herr Krause was watering his geraniums. He saw Sandra's stressed face through the window.
When the sun turned orange, Herr Krause packed his radio. "Nächsten Sonntag wieder?" he asked. hueber menschen
And so they went: Sandra walking fast, Herr Krause slowly pedaling with Jakob on the back, pointing at cows and tractors. When they arrived at the lake, all the good spots by the water were taken — towels, umbrellas, loud music. Downstairs, Herr Krause was watering his geraniums
They spread out a blanket. Jakob jumped into the water. Sandra unpacked apples and bread. Herr Krause opened a small radio and found classical music. "Nächsten Sonntag wieder
It was their first summer in the small Bavarian town. Every Sunday, their neighbors talked about der See — the lake. Today, Sandra promised Jakob they would finally go. But now, this.
"Guten Morgen, Frau Sanders. Alles okay?" he called up.
Herr Krause walked to a hidden path behind some birch trees. "Hier," he said. "Das ist mein Platz. Ruhig. Keine Touristen."