The man from Langenau writes a letter, deep in thought. Slowly, he paints with large, earnest, erect letters:
“My good mother,
be full of pride: I bear the flag,
do not hold sorrow: I bear the flag,
hold love for me: I bear the flag--”
Then he puts the letter inside his wool coat, in the secret place, next to the rose petal. And he thinks: before long it will take on the fragrance. And he thinks: maybe, in some time, another will find it…. And he thinks: …; therefore the enemy is near.
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