19/5, late evening

We've got scars. One scar on the tummy and one on the arm. But our hearts are fine, without scars. And now we know what the other person's lips taste like. Klara tastes of raspberry and Ossi tastes of snuff. Strange that snuff can taste so good. And strange that an operation can put so many things right. Not only what is broken, but it can sort out love as well. Love, love, love! Ossi and Klara forever.