jonas came by
Jonas came by after work. He said he was "in the neighborhood," which he never is.
I showed him Band II. He sat at my desk and turned the pages for a long time without saying anything. Slowly, page by page, the ticks, the stamp, the circle on page 86. I waited for him to say "random digits map to everything." He didn't.
He closed it and said: "Lukas, wer weiß, dass du das hast?" Who knows you have this?
I said: you, Hanna, and the internet, I suppose.
He said: "Who's Hanna?"
I laughed. I've told him about Hanna a hundred times. Tempelhof, the Stabi, Easter. He just looked at me.
Then he asked if I wanted to come stay at his place for a few days. I said no. He left the address on a post-it anyway.
He's a good friend. I just wish he'd worry about the book instead of me.