It was a cold morning of September 1984. The swiss-english man who would sit down in the little Café with the wonderful view over the Seine and Paris was named Peter Meyers. He had a long journey behind him. He parked the little old Taunus near the Café.
He got out and sat down at a nice table outside the Café. He was the only customer. His wife and he had come often to Paris. Vivaldi Violine concerts were playing inside the café. He sat very stil, he revised his lifetime of 54 years. All the mistakes he made. But that was now irrelevant he interrupted his thoughts and puts a package flitreless Camels on the table and his golden lighter next to it. This was a broken man. A man who had lost everything. But he knew that and laughed as he put a Camel in his mouth and lighted it. But it was a bitter laugh, because he knew or thought this all what happened had been his fault. Somehow it was, but somehow it wasn't.
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The Revision of a Lifetime
Narrativa StoricaThe short story of a very reserved, but depressed and soon to be elderly aged Man who's ex wife died. He wants to commit suicide, but somehow he isn't sure. So he sits in a café in Paris and thinks about wether to kill himself or start living with h...
