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and we can’t stop.
    “So which girl do you want to visit?” I ask when we’ve finally calmed down. “Malen, I guess?”
    “Of course it’s Malen. You didn’t think I meant Florian? Right. Malen is in a triple room. The rest of you can have the other two.”
    Janosch’s eyes cloud over. I can see the love in them. I have to tell him. Now. It’s time. Let’s hope he takes it well. I open my mouth and raise my voice. “I’m afraid I have something to tell you.”
    “What?”
    “I think I’ve got a thing for Malen.” Suddenly, spontaneously, I start to laugh again. “Are you going to kill me?”
    That sets Janosch off again, almost louder than before.
    “Crap.”
    “Crap?” I say happily. “You mean you don’t mind?”
    “No. Of course I mind. But you should know that at least a hundred fifty guys in this Castle have got a thing about Malen, so one more or less doesn’t matter much. Besides, you’re only half grown. Crazy but half grown.” He’s in hysterics now, clutching his stomach and sobbing with laughter, while I’m imitating the whole thing. His eyes start to roll. Finally when he gets over to the windowsill he starts to calm down and then goes to get a couple of cans of beer out of his chest. He drinks one at a single gulp and gives me the other.
    “How do I look?” he asks.
    “Good.”
    He stands there in front of me, my roommate Janosch Schwarze. Sixteen years old. Tenth grade, high school. Supposed to be good at math. Maybe I should get him to coach me. But that’s not what it’s about right now. Besides, we’re not a good match according to Mr. Landorf. Maybe we’ll try it anyway. I think we get on.
    What was it Janosch said just now? Got it—life is
never having to think about it.
So we won’t.

Chapter 4
    “Say something!”
    “What?”
    “Anything!”
    Janosch is in bed with the cover pulled over his head, but his blue eyes are still visible in there. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed so that he can stick his feet out the way he likes. There’s still time to wait, maybe another twenty minutes. Then they’ll be here. I’m a little wound up. I’m worried about the dark corridors and our footsteps on the wooden floor. We’ve got a long way to go. If Janosch wasn’t kidding, we also have to use the fire escape to get to the girls’ corridor, which is one floor higher. All the doors are locked at this hour. Which means we have to use the window. Everyday exercise for a cripple. Janosch opened the window a bit wider this evening. I wish one of the tutors had shut it. But I bet they haven’t. Janosch is sure about this. He’s almost asleep. I’m supposed to wake him. He said so himself. Twenty minutes before zero hour is when the urge to sleep is strongest. As a man, you have to be able to conquer it, he says, particularly when you’re meeting girls. I can hardly keep my eyes open either. I try to light two cigarettes. Sometimes I can manage it. Janosch sits up. There’s a
Playboy
on his bed. A couple of babes from the pop group Mr. President have stripped off. Not bad. We take a good look.
    “D’you want to have children?” I ask Janosch as I size up Danii’s and T’s tits.
    “I certainly want to have sex,” says Janosch, “and if I have a child, then it can have sex too. I want to have sex and my child can have sex.” He laughs.
    “Janosch, I’m serious.”
    “Of course I want a child. Maybe even two.” He draws on his cigarette. “I like children. I want to know what it’s like when your son comes lurching over to you and mumbles,
Pa—I’m not drunk, you
can trust me one hundred percent.
”
    “That happen to you?”
    “Of course it happened to me. That kind of thing is always happening to me. Maybe that’s why I have such good relations with my parents?” Janosch is laughing all over again. Typical Janosch laugh—an upsurge, a cough, a flicker of the eyelids, a grunt. Except this time it seems a little tired. We bury ourselves in
Playboy.
It