I am standing in the cemetery and want to put a few violets on my parents’ grave. As always in November. It is already getting dark and so the manager warns me in his dialect that is characteristic of the eastern mining region:
“I just have to close.” He is very friendly:
“Me, I can just please….”
“Oh well,” I say, “I’ll come back next week.” His reassuring answer:
“Yes, please lie down.”
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