As every year, the journalist Alexander Osang wrote a Christmas story for the Berliner Zeitung. This one plays inBestensee.
Ola Jasionowska für Berliner Zeitung am Wochenende
We arrived half an hour early, but Fredo was already there. His Volvo was parked at the charging station that he had set up on our parents’ garden fence, even though they no longer had a car. Two years ago, my father had driven his Daimler into the last telephone booth in Bestesee, which was no longer a telephone booth at that time, but one of those booths where people dumped their books. He made it into the local section of the Märkische. The scattered books and the S-Class with the company logo. “New glasses? Go to Hille.” Funny, the editors thought, the blind optician. Our mother had finally forced her husband to sell the car. Then she died.