Chapter 3

“Thank you!” says the fountain. “Since 1949, no one has thrown a coin into me. I forgot how good this feels! And if no one would have, I probably would have died…” But now, his spirit of life awakened, he waits till dusk, until all the inhabitants of his little village got to sleep. Then he stands up and runs through the night streets. At an edge with cobblestones, he finds a broken pane. The pane says, “Can you glue me together again? Yesterday the dumb little boy in my chamber broke me with his football!” What does the fountain say?