whom do you think i saw yesterday? me!
yes but i was not alone
who do you think was with me? the very same!
not an inch taller than i
not a day older
not a hair different
and why do you think i am telling you this?
because a faultline was running through him
a faultline as through Germany
the faultline of the idea
that accompanies all that is split

Translation: Rosmarie Waldrop