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A great plan

Jonas opened his eyes every morning. For seventeen years he had been in the same room, on the same station. Since he can remember, he has a roommate and a bed-night bar. What both boys knew was that they happen to have the same day birthday. Tomorrow they were 17 years old. Tomorrow was the 20th of April and tomorrow they wanted to celebrate their birthday. "Good morning, Jonas today there is bread and spread for you, Alexander, for you I have brought cornflakes with you." Said the nurse. "The doctor will come to weigh and weigh you at 10am, and Bult will be taken back today." She said afterwards. Life in the hospital was normal for Alex. His mother had died of heart failure after his birth. He was accustomed to the fact that he had no mother, but his father did not either. Jonas, on the other hand, knew his whole family. His mother was Lucia Falke, his father, the chairman of the board, Matthias Falke. He worked in a business in Bremen. All Falkens lived in Bremen. Alex's father was in Bavaria directed a scrap yard, and had never visited his son. Bremen was a big city and the clinic was very central. On Jonas's birthday, however, his family did not want to come because they had gone to the Baltic Sea to go on holiday. The anticipation for morning rose ever farther. As promised came at 10am the doctor. First, the doctor Alex examined. He stopped his heart, pressed whether the lymph nodes were not swollen and made a reflex test. The tests were also carried out at Jonas. Both had expected an aggravation of their illness, but luckily everything had remained the same. The boys understood each other well with one another and that was also noticed. Jonas had lung cancer that was not curable. He had that from birth and Alex had also got the diagnosis of cancer. However, he had blood cancer. He needed three spinal cord transplants to keep his cancer in check.

With cancer, life was so different. It could be over at any time, but nothing could happen for decades. Then there would always be these troublesome investigations and operations. You were strangely looked at because you had no hair because of the chemo and you would be constantly asked how it is to live with cancer. Every cancer-killer knows what you always say: "it is now so, so I must live." But something else is thought of: why did I have cancer? I hate cancer and I always have to stay in the clinic. The chemo is not very helpful, I just lose my hair!

Yes, it was cancer. One sat only in the hospital room, bored and played board games. But the guys wanted to know how it looked outside the clinic. They did not want to have to think of the illness for a few days and also not to be reminded of what they had to endure everything. It should be the best days of life. First they wanted to go to the Circus Belly in Bremen. Then they wanted to stroll through the Snoor district and squeeze pancakes in the Admiral Nelson. They wanted to admire the Bleikeller and walk through the Bötcherstreet. They wanted to see a piece of Shakespeare, and then they wanted to face Bremen. There was so much to discover in Bremen which the boys had never seen. They did not know what IKEA was or looked like a state school from within. They had only stayed on the hospital grounds and had not left. But they wanted to experience something new, so they planned a trip to the other life for tomorrow ... The anticipation grew and grew and the boys stayed up half the night to imagine Bremen. How the city would look and how great it was. The Klinikum Bremen Mitte was directly connected to the S-Bahn. It was not until about 2:30 o'clock did the boys clear the light in their room.