Sebastian sat in front of the computer, his entire body trembling beyond his control. He was afraid. With shaking fingers, he clicked open the photo folders he had never dared to look at before, the ones labeled by date.
The first folder:
Twenty years ago, Germany.
It was 2002, the first time he had ever gone abroad to watch the World Cup. The photos unfurled across the screen one by one. The man in them was so young, his twenty-something face full of curiosity about the world and a feverish passion for football. National-flag paint streaked his cheeks, his shirt was off, and he had his arms slung around a crowd of fans from other countries he had never met before, all of them laughing without a care in the world amid beer foam and earth-shaking cheers. Behind them stood grand stadiums,
