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Chapter 21
“Did you say something?”
The secretary sounded breathless and came a little behind, and Dieter slowed
down so she could keep up.
Dieter repeated his question.
“How are they really Miss Scheibler? It must be very different here than at home?
”
“I couldn't have gotten a better room better. I am happy for the work and happy
to get away from them at home. My mother in particular. "
Dieter noted how she was trying to sound the adult. A little awkward grin
escaped his mouth as they strolled over the square towards the restaurant The
Golden Pheasant. With a nod, he greeted the sausage man before he aired.
“What would you say to be running the office here in Hamburg some days
without me? I'm going to Denmark next week and sell some of our products. ”,
Helga Scheibler looked up at him with a weird expression.
“Denmark, Mr. Stormann? Should I be all alone in the office? "
She stopped, and Dieter interpreted her poignant lips and diffuse
expression as a sign that she could break into tears every moment it was
supposed to be.
"Of course You should not be alone, Miss Scheibler. I know someone who can
assist you. Let's talk about it at the restaurant. ”
He slowed down the pace, not for the sake of the secretary, but because they had
to zigzag their way through the myriad of small roads, alleys and passages in this
old part of town. The old houses that had survived the bombing of the war stood
like crooked, small, laughing dwarfs. Not two of the houses were the same, and
there was a virtue out of the difference.
In the heart of the neighborhood, the cathedral St. Michaelis Church with its
bronze tower over 130 meters high. Dieter thought that the church looked
enormous and lonely, as it traveled here on a ridge in the center close to the
harbor. He had heard that the church had had an impressive clock game that had
been destroyed by bombing during the war.
Over all, renovation work was underway and it was crowding with people.
Restaurant The golden pheasant lay in the midst of the jumble of artisans and