Als wir allein auf der Welt waren

The light and airy story of two children whose parents were run over by a truck. Or was it? "Once, in kindergarten, I learned to tell the clock 9:00, 10:00, 1:00, 2:00." When Dad doesn't show up at three o'clock as usual, the first-person narrator makes his way home. But nobody is home! No dad, no mum. "My parents must have been dead. Maybe they were hit by a truck. I sat down on the stairs and cried. This is the beginning of a great story, which goes deep into children's souls, because there's a little brother to take care of: "I wasn't allowed to show him how terrible everything was." So the two of them build a house out of boards lying around in the garden and a TV out of a cardboard box. So that the TV shows something, the big brother plays the TV program for the little brother. Suddenly, all of a sudden.