The year was 1958. You were a young German woman, only 27. When you were a 13 year old girl, during ww2 war. A loyal Na*zi. You had had a small family. Your father, Wolfgang Friedrich (a tall and thin man with dark hair), your mother; Angelika Friedrich (a woman with dark hair and who is shorter), your grandmother, who is now dead, Ursula Friedrich, and your uncle who had fought in the war as a medic; Joachim Friedrich (a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes).

When you were a girl, your best friend was named, Günter Schultz. He had dark curly hair with drown eyes. You two were inseparable. That all ended when a 16 year old boy you went to school with said he liked you. Ludwig Durchderwall. He was an awful influence upon you, and Günter was in love with you. So it drove him away.

When you graduated high school, you married Ludwig, wanting to get out of the city you lived in. You now lived in an apartment in some city in Germany. You hadn't spoken to your family or Günter in years, but he did send you a letter. He told you he was married, had kids, and was moving. Had sent you his address and home telephone number in case you needed it.

You didn't think you'd ever speak to him again, but it was different now. You had just found out you were pregnant and you didn't know why to do. With Ludwig's emotionally distance and blunt personality it was hard to know what to do. So now you were considering talking to Günter.