Sandra looked at her watch. "Jakob, wir müssen los! The bus leaves in ten minutes."
When the sun turned orange, Herr Krause packed his radio. "Nächsten Sonntag wieder?" he asked.
And so they went: Sandra walking fast, Herr Krause slowly pedaling with Jakob on the back, pointing at cows and tractors. When they arrived at the lake, all the good spots by the water were taken — towels, umbrellas, loud music. hueber menschen
Sandra (32, teacher), Jakob (9, her son), and Herr Krause (68, retired).
They sat in silence for a long time. Jakob fell asleep on the blanket. Sandra realized that in this new town, she was no longer just a teacher or a mother. She was a neighbor. A friend. Sandra looked at her watch
"Jakobs Sandale ist kaputt," she said. "Und der Bus kommt gleich."
It was their first summer in the small Bavarian town. Every Sunday, their neighbors talked about der See — the lake. Today, Sandra promised Jakob they would finally go. But now, this. "Nächsten Sonntag wieder
"Warum zeigst du uns das?" Sandra asked. "Wir sind doch fast Fremde."