CHAPTER 21
I didn’t want to know and didn’t intend to keep talking about it. Else? Between me and Peter. No. Just the thought was unacceptable to me. Rachel didn’t understand anything of what I had tried to explain. Maybe because she wasn’t there in those moments it was impossible for her to understand the relationship that had been established between Peter and me. We had agreed from the beginning: no questions, no claims. Our story was based on this. Certainly not on “else”.
I didn’t want to answer her. I stood up with the excuse of a university meeting. After all, we had finished lunch a while ago. I realized that I shouldn’t have to succumb to the need to tell someone about my personal events. In fact, no one had ever really managed to understand me in all my miserable existence.
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