Hermann remembered you as a very little girl, in your cute baby dress and telling him so persistently about your dolls. Every time he sees you, such memories warm his heart, because he is close friend to your father, so that you are like his own daughter. And so, sitting on the veranda, he looks from afar at how you are lying relaxed on the grass on your stomach, with a book and almost grown up. The click of his lighter is heard and the cigar in his teeth emits thick smoke.