The next day, after a frightful night, I brought roses and a letter for Katherine:
Dear Katherine!
I have never met a woman as you, a woman who did so much to find me, my apartment. You 're a wonderful and nice woman with a very warm heart! What I feel I can't express with words!
Renato.
That same day I went to see Pablo. He too couldn't understand what was going on any more! So much bad luck on the one side and so much luck for someone else - for Ralf.
Between sunset and moonrise
Pablo, Ralf and Katherine went to a open-air classical concert together. My boss gave me a lift. Between sunset and moonrise I met Katherine on the concert square. We hugged each other twice and exchanged a few words. She went and sat next to "her" friends!
I would dearly have loved to have gone over to her; the evening air atmosphere was incredible: 'Dear Katherine! Today it is the longest day of the year! I'm very happy to see and feel you, between sunset and moonrise!" I whispered to her across the space between us.
The concert was so poor, so bad, that I could not stop thinking of Katherine. "It's magnificent knowing a woman like that. Something that happens perhaps once, at most twice, in a lifetime. And that feeling of knowing that it's the right woman is wonderful. Yet depressing too, because I know she's not willing, not ready, at the moment. That she perhaps has someone else. Katherine is a rose that blooms at moonrise."