I would never have thought that I would ever be here again.
But it still had come to that anyway. I was in the first floor of my old school which I have attended four years ago again. It was still the same. Only the doors were painted newly the corridor, the walls. I heard noises from the gymnasium. I circulated to the third floor to look whether the theater group listed there today. I passed by the keep fit room, where I still had had lessons four years ago once and I had got back the feeling for a short moment to be I myself. How it still have been me four years ago and HE was the only one which was missing to be that way. Quite different from now. The big door to the gymnasium was open but the gigantic hall was empty. I turned around and went to the multipurpose room. I went blue and the walls whitely were through the corridor, its doors and floor now. I smelled the smell, I always in this building accompanied and this one from the meaning never come to me again this one had. I then met Dany. We had not had met already for a long time. The last time, when I have been in the seventh one. We went into the hall to fetch properties a couple. I was in the hall again. I thought back to the fourth class again when a pair of female students was with us for a time. One of them was a little small and dark-haired and played the cello. The others was a little more greatly, with long, blond hair, played the piano and could sing excellently. I still remembered very well how we sat as a whole class in the hall and have listened to the music game of the two girls. The great, fair-haired soon afterwards wanted to become a singer. She already wanted to sale a CD in fall of the year then and her pseudonym was Porcelain. It never had regrettably such a CD given, as far as under this pseudonym I knew. I then saw the big stage. I saw the class celebration again which had taken place some weeks before school end of the year. I still knew like HIM and I had played a small scene. The policeman and the cyclist was called the piece. I rather kitschily found. I saw HIS mother in front of my intellectual eye as she sat in the second row and clapped her hands. His mother who, a year later, did not even look at me when we met in the street. We and Daniela's theater group finally went into the multipurpose room together.
I looked around again. Everything was like before. Everything trusts. I looked to the white wall next to the stairs and saw the line which I had by mistake made with my pencil at that time when I passed it by there. I saw the stage with her long, blue, dusty curtain again.
I watched the piece, which rehearsed they had this year, it was beautiful. I remembered again that I had been so small as the children, the even one stood and had her dress rehearsal on the stage once, too.
But it still had come to that anyway. I was in the first floor of my old school which I have attended four years ago again. It was still the same. Only the doors were painted newly the corridor, the walls. I heard noises from the gymnasium. I circulated to the third floor to look whether the theater group listed there today. I passed by the keep fit room, where I still had had lessons four years ago once and I had got back the feeling for a short moment to be I myself. How it still have been me four years ago and HE was the only one which was missing to be that way. Quite different from now. The big door to the gymnasium was open but the gigantic hall was empty. I turned around and went to the multipurpose room. I went blue and the walls whitely were through the corridor, its doors and floor now. I smelled the smell, I always in this building accompanied and this one from the meaning never come to me again this one had. I then met Dany. We had not had met already for a long time. The last time, when I have been in the seventh one. We went into the hall to fetch properties a couple. I was in the hall again. I thought back to the fourth class again when a pair of female students was with us for a time. One of them was a little small and dark-haired and played the cello. The others was a little more greatly, with long, blond hair, played the piano and could sing excellently. I still remembered very well how we sat as a whole class in the hall and have listened to the music game of the two girls. The great, fair-haired soon afterwards wanted to become a singer. She already wanted to sale a CD in fall of the year then and her pseudonym was Porcelain. It never had regrettably such a CD given, as far as under this pseudonym I knew. I then saw the big stage. I saw the class celebration again which had taken place some weeks before school end of the year. I still knew like HIM and I had played a small scene. The policeman and the cyclist was called the piece. I rather kitschily found. I saw HIS mother in front of my intellectual eye as she sat in the second row and clapped her hands. His mother who, a year later, did not even look at me when we met in the street. We and Daniela's theater group finally went into the multipurpose room together.
I looked around again. Everything was like before. Everything trusts. I looked to the white wall next to the stairs and saw the line which I had by mistake made with my pencil at that time when I passed it by there. I saw the stage with her long, blue, dusty curtain again.
I watched the piece, which rehearsed they had this year, it was beautiful. I remembered again that I had been so small as the children, the even one stood and had her dress rehearsal on the stage once, too.