Hans hears footsteps fall in behind him. In the past, necessity has taught him to recognise the sounds of danger. This night, despite their menace, he arrives back at the apartment block, unmolested. And, as he runs up to the third floor, the usual stench of fear and deprivation assaults his nostrils.

Stopping at the top, he hears the hiss of a match striking. Accompanying the sound, tobacco smoke drifts upwards, coiling like a snake in search of its prey. Leaning over the railing, Hans sees, below, a shadowy figure standing inside the entrance; an entrance that has been scrubbed clean but shades of his youthful rebellion still remain.

Entering his apartment, he sinks down onto an old sofa. A metal spring digs into his backside. From the bedroom opposite, he hears his mother weeping and he wonders, once more, what has become of his beloved Vater.

Six months ago, they came hammering on the door of the apartment. The terrified screams of his mother and Vater's dignity is a constant ache in his mind. He also wonders if Vater has heard the strong rumour and, if the rumour is true, he prays that Vater will soon lead his family across the forbidden line.