My mother’s birthday – I think (once again) of her birthday a couple of years ago, five years? That day my friend, the actor Sabri, came to her house to perform his play “Mankind”, based on of my books, my sister was present as well.
Halfway the play my sister fled upstairs, my mother sat motionless on her chair and when the actor asked her afterwards whether the performance had been to her liking, she answered: “No, thank you.” In the evening we ate asparagus, but without the actor.