We’re on the Autobahn to Mannheim when I see the graffiti sprayed across a bridge: “Bat Police”. Shortly, a strange Image evokes in my head – police men flying around in the air, late at night. Then, this vision is replaced by another one: A young sprayer, laughed at by his friends – “Are you really too stupid to spell bad?”
“Do you actually like bats?”, I suddely ask Thomas. He just continues speaking about how he caught one of his colleagues eating in the bathroom, his gaze never leaving the track in front of him, and how he told his boss what he saw – during a meeting, the whole team being presented.
Within seconds, I decide that this is the last time I accompany Thomas to his mother in Mannheim. The cake I have in my hands falls to the ground – I’ve lost my appetite for him.