Dear Father,
Yesterday the sun shone for the first time again.
On the way back from the clinic
I bought myself a case of Fonterutoli's Riserva.
I opened the first bottle in the evening.

But at the moment, Doctor Eisenstein is away.
His replacement won't tell me anything.
He'll be back next week, they say,
Then we'll discuss the next steps to take.

Anna has phoned nearly every day.
She still hasn't had an answer from me.
I just want to be alone.

Sometimes the fear is so great -
Then, joy.

There's some post in the postbox.
I settled all my bills up.
I am, after all, your son.

Your son.

Doctor Eisenstein is away.
His replacement won't tell me anything.
He'll be back next week, they say.