I told Therese I intended to stay in Germany because I knew too little to write about it.It was only an excuse. I really just wanted so much to live my stupid life alone. I was waiting for an experience like a miracle.But there was no snowstorm. Why had I run away, why wasn't I back there with the others? Why did I threaten the old man instead of listening to his tale? I felt I had missed out somehow and was still missing out with every new movement.and was still missing out with every new movement.