Übertragung

The Croatian coast had opened wide walls of amber rock, gray water and a leaden sky bathed in a blue and gold sunset before his eyes. A cold breeze was blowing that day, heavy with salt.Through Ljubljana, the city of dragons, and new Budapest, the borders of Romania had risen unexpectedly in dark forests, arches and stony spiers raised to make the sky appear jagged. The land of Transylvania doesn't know mildness, doesn't know what the sun is: it's a place of rugged peaks and crystal lakes, with swollen streams of green water. Edward had liked it from the first moment."You're here to build the rocket, then."Alfons' eyes light up, sparkling with enthusiasm:"Yeah! And you...?"Ed tilts his head to one side with an interrogative expression, and Alfons asks him: "Are you here for the rocket too?"- I'm here for my brother. - He thinks. - My brother who has your face. My brother, because I promised him we would meet again. -Ed smiles. With the tip of the fork he draws a perfect circle on the white tablecloth."I'm here for the stars." He says.