Surely no time in the past was better, nor worse. But it is exciting to let yourself be carried away by that foolish attempt at a melancholic journey back to the times of our parents. Right up to that world that was coming upon us but that was still a whole sum of coincidences to explode. In the case of Ulrich woelk he was already there to take notes in that book that you never know you are writing. Perhaps a draft where others write until one manages to sketch their first letters ...
And yes, how not to start talking about a mother even if it is by making love to that intimacy of the truth with its lattices. Because mothers also lived those glorious summers that await us all, oblivious to unpayable realities such as wars. Gloomy visions that do not tarnish the experiences when fortune is in the face. Even something as transcendent as the man reaching the moon was a mere comparsa of the thriving life, a strange dancer in a world sustained by the same prodigious cadence of the days that pass slowly, as painless, as freed from gravity. The physical and emotional gravity that are gradually falling under their own weight ...
Summer 1969. As protests against the Vietnam War take to the streets, Tobias, an eleven-year-old boy living on the outskirts of Cologne, eagerly awaits the first manned moon landing. Meanwhile, the harmonious marriage of his parents begins to experience some friction, and events are precipitated when a politically engaged couple moves in next door.
Despite their differences, Tobias's rather conservative parents make friends with the new neighbors. The rebellious and intelligent thirteen-year-old daughter Rosa not only knows a lot about pop music and literature, but also about love matters.
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