Ruth Deutschmann

Benjamin Epp

Dölsach

2000-05-05

Sylvia Manning - Baumgartner

Nicole D´Incecco

1997

I went to the funeral of my sister, and at night my husband went away with a friend a little bit. He drank like once a beer. As they drove to an inn, and did not want to be. So he went to the guest house, from the restaurant out to the street because he had to go across the street, because over there the car was from a friend. And before he came on the road, he has taken out a cigarette, the cigarette was lighted, and at the moment .. something little he has heard, he was hard of hearing. This will of course have been the work of the tunnel. He lights a cigarette that is to look at and no - he will not stop looked .. - Or what? He wanted to cross the street car. The friend has been standing over there on the other side. And since the car has thus come. The car, have said they, of course, came home in a terrible pace. That was one that ever drove a bit fast. He has joined together, him. As it has thrown him a bit far out. And when they brought him dead. And so that was my life. And since then, is it three years ago. Three years have passed now since I'm a widow.