The story told differently
I am Georg. Today I look back on my rich life, which I would like to tell you about here.
I have always been an idealist. Even when I was young, I had the dream of justice and a better world. Certainly, there is much that is bad, but there is also truth, the pure, the perfect.
At the bottom of my heart I have always believed in the power of true love and devotion, which is greater than human weakness. My desire has also always been to contribute to good if possible.
Early on, I was also touched by a tender love. There was Camilla, a girl in my class. She was so fine and yet had a strong charisma. We shared a piece of the school path. Together we laughed a lot and also philosophised about God and the world. Camilla had an answer to all our questions. Most of the time she was cheerful, but sometimes she was thoughtful or even sad. She was something special and, in my eyes, the most beautiful thing I had ever met. I longed to be close to her, but I didn't dare pour my heart out to her.
And then, one day after the long summer holidays, she was no longer there. Moved away, emigrated to America, they said. I was desperate.