Meanwhile it has already become dark.
The white crosses in the green, blue and black patterned tapestry are countless. The carpet hangs next to Anna’s bed.
Father’s footsteps can be heard from there. The attic creaks.
Anna turns away from the wall and faces the window. The moon is shining. Only passing cars sometimes drown out the chirping of the crickets.
The father’s footsteps are noticeable again. This time he climbs down the ladder from the attic. He walks past Anna’s room. His shadow is visible through the glass door. He comes closer.
When her father opens the door to the room, Anna closes her eyes. He goes to her bed and sits on the edge. He strokes her head slowly with his hand. As he does so, he pushes back her curly blonde fringe.
The father runs a finger across Anna’s forehead from top to bottom and then from left to right.
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