Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin
Saturday, 22 June 2019
When I came to university last week, I saw him at once.
Do you remember one of my old posts about the wooden fox (who then disappeared?)
I am curious, always wanted to know things precisely.
(Well - why you English have the saying "Curiosity kills the cat" I found out later, under different circumstances - in another Life...)
So: I asked around. The janitor told me that someone had stolen the sculpture.
Now there stood this one.
He didn't look quite young. Wiser, white hair over night (well - over a few month).
A fox in sheepskin?
I went and - of course, being me - touched him.
So: This time it will be much -- heavier --- to steal him!