Margreth's first memory was a room full of her own kind. A man stood in front of her and slowly moved her hands. Each time her longest hand was straight up, or straight down she would sing out a cuckoo, then play a little tune.
The man took her to a bench, opened her back, and used tools on her works. That kind of tickled. He then put her on the wall and moved her hands again. He did this several times until he said, "Das Gute."
She knew hardly anything at that time, but being observant, Margreth learned quickly.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment