Life is a Journey:Live it (Part 70)

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If I would have taken her hand that moment my story would have ended differently. I would have loved to be by her side but only when I would not have derailed my life. Just one tiny little move to one side and you end up in a different world. This moment of love and temptation still reminds me today not to let love or your ego determine your destiny but God alone. He is in you. Listen to him.

What happened to Katharina Anna Breckner afterwards? Before I left for Ghana I saw her for the last time. It was a sunny day on the balcony of her apartment. She and her new boyfriend had invited me for a farewell party. Both were renovating the apartment on the first floor of her mother's Villa. Paint, brushes and wall paper all was scattered around the flat laying on the floor which they had carefully covered with plastic foil. He was a heavy smoker just like her. A bottle of wine was never far from them. I cannot remember where and how he met her. He was a teacher at the school Emma Heerde had attended knowing her maths teacher we have already talked about.

We were chatting along about various matters having late breakfast or early lunch. I looked over to Goßlers Park and enjoyed their company and the conversation with them. Her rollator was Parkes outside at the stairs to the Villa. It was a peaceful time. We were happy and the world around us happy for us. She laughed a lot. But I can still see tension in her faces. When she looked at me it was as If I had to confirm what she did was right. It was almost a father telling his child what it did was okay. After almost four hours I left them back to Sülldorfer Landstraße 306.

It was the time Emma Heerde had moved to Jörn Biehl and I was all alone in the apartment. My cat Moritz was buried for a long time and my suitcases packed. The morning of my departure leaving for Ghana was less sentimental nor romantic. In my hand luggage I had my flight ticket valid for three months. It was agreed with Emma Heerde before my departure to come back to Hamburg and wait for container number two to be shipped from Darmstadt by Peres Heisig before leaving for Ghana again. Three months in the end turned into five years and ten months. I walked down the stairs not knowing that would be my last walk in that house. History closed “

Susanne Fröhlich did not want the night to end without knowing:”Do you sometimes think of your ex-wife Emma Heerde?”

“No,” was my clear answer.”As I lived in that marriage a lie right from the start I sometimes thought it was never real. Many things which happened during those terrible years of cheating and deseve I cannot remember. I remember only a very few things. You might call them the sad highlights of that marriage. Since the legal battles are over the story is closed for me. Last time I had to deal with her or the matter was after my return from Ghana. From her lawyer in Blankenese I knew she stayed in Sülldorfer Landstraße 60. I went there but only saw lights under the roof and no name of her on that building or letter box. I got the confirmation of the address from my local council, the Bezirksamt Barmbek and went back. After all I wanted all my documents back she knew where they were or had destroyed them.

I walked behind the house where her name was next to Frank Müller. Under his name she was registered there. A boy and a girl came from upstairs down very old and narrow steps. I asked of Emma Heerde and introduced myself as her ex-husband. They said Emma Heerde was not around but was expected to show up soon. I said there was no need to see her. All I wanted for my legal case against her to confirm her address. So I left. On my way to Iserbrook train station I thought to myself she was on a fast track in issues of relationships. First she got pregnant from a life sperm donor, moved back to our common apartment, had a weekend boyfriend and then Frank Müller.

When later in Dansoman in Accra Abigail Osae told us having seen Jörn Biehl on an underground train giving the impression to be on medication it came to my mind when you play with the devil he or in this case she will give you a headache always.”

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