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Every summer, Wilkens came to Stormann's farm and stayed for about a week.

                   And although the men each worked in their respective industries and lived far
                   apart, they had a large common network. Growing up had made them almost

                   identical in their behavior and view of life.

                   "How's the construction of Kräsens new office in Hamburg?"  The old man asked
                   Dieter, still clenching on to his hand. He had survived two world wars, and

                   although he had only been a child during the first, he took it very seriously. He

                   was slim, and gradually collapsing, by the look of it.
                   His impeccable suit dangled around him, making his shoulders disappear.




                   “How's your father doing? I have been so worried about whether he can handle it

                   now that there are problems with his heart. Does he get medication and is the
                   good Walther well taken care of? ”

                   Dieter smiled, he liked the old man, and looked around with great pleasure in the
                   great room. The high walls were lined with beautifully carved wooden panels

                   that had been there since the building was built. The building was from the

                   1800’s and almost untouched. Most of Hamburg's old neighborhoods were
                   bombed during the war.

                    "Father is recovering, Mr. Wilkens. Doctor Ribberbaum has put him in some

                   medical treatment, but it certainly will never be. ”
                    At this very moment, Christian Wilkens stepped out of his office on the first

                   floor. He waved eagerly and cut an impatient grimace, as if he was nervous about
                   his father taking Dieter hostage to more of his good old times-talk.



                   "Father, let me have a little chat with Dieter. We are busy. I have to help with
                   Kräsen's new Hamburg residence, "lied Christian.

                   He was, contrary to his father, tall and fit – almost sporty. He wore a pair of

                   round glasses that somehow made him look a little boy. He had a gray suit
                   on with a tight jacket and baggy pants, and under the jacket he had vest and

                   braces. Christian Wilkens was a model monkey, and he did nothing to conceal
                   that he was successful.

                     The old Wilkens looked up.

                   As soon as they got into Christian's office and the door closed behind them.
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