Die Geschichte von Herrn Sommer

When I was still climbing trees, there lived a man named Mr. Sommer in our village, no more than two kilometers from our house. No one knew what Mr. Sommer's first name was, and no one knew if Mr. Sommer had a profession. All that was known was that Mrs. Sommer had a job, specifically that of a doll maker. Although very little was known about the Sommers, and especially about Mr. Sommer, it can be confidently stated that within a radius of at least sixty kilometers around the lake, there was not a single person—man, woman, or child—not even a dog—who did not know Mr. Sommer, for Mr. Sommer was always on the move. It could be snowing or hailing, it could be storming or pouring rain, the sun could be blazing, or a hurricane could be approaching; Mr. Sommer was on a journey.