1911 (15)

When I heard that Mother was urgently looking for me, I thought something had gone wrong at the workshop.

It wasn't until Mother called me over in a hurry and explained that Oskar had fallen during horizontal bar practice and broken his right collarbone that I realized the accident had nothing to do with the workshop.

“Is he badly hurt?”

“It isn't life-threatening. He'll have to keep his arm immobilized and rest.”

The next day, we went to Plön.

Oskar wasn't lying in bed. He sat by the window reading, his right arm bound against his body with a bandage.

“Hey, shouldn't you be lying down?”

“No. Why does everyone keep saying the same thing?”

“Why did you fall off the bar?”

“My hand slipped.”...