with me through the power of the night because I don't know when I need sleep. in German it sounds better in rhyme. in any case the countless letters from Mrs Qajar, our landlady, were an indication if one had previously read the speeches of Captain Nemo or Karl May Jules Vern and other books. logic and imagination led me to the wooden bridge near Hava Club. where does one of the crew buy bread? from the best baker of course, or how many cigarettes does the crew need, or which Armenian in my district sells alcohol: that was it