They soon got to Bruch Strasse number twelve and into Komfo’s one room where Komfo threw himself onto the bed shouting, “I’m free! I’m mobile! I have the future!” “But K,” Brigitte called. “But what?” Komfo jumped off the bed with open arms and coming up to Brigitte. “If I should carry you, dear, I will. Where do you want, my shoulders, my back? Make your choice, my love, my future.” “We now have to think of the future”, Brigitte said. “Oh,” Komfo sighed, and pulled Brigitte fast to his chest, a hard press and a long kiss. When they had come back to themselves, both of them a little bit slitty in the eyes, and very much exhausted, with bodies and wedding clothes apart on the floor, Komfo slowly got up, and said in a low tone, “Meine-Schone-Deutsche-Dame, the future has been thought of many years ago, and for many years ahead. YOU ARE THE FUTURE. Together we are one.”