Goldfish at subway station U-Bhf Rathaus Schöneberg

Back then, 45 years ago, perhaps, this gold fish wasn't yet here, no, perhaps not even this basin; but I strolled here along the same route as now, with my great grandmother; I was perhaps six. I would stare through the dirty pane into the U-Bahn station, and saw as now tracks, platform, clock, several waiting people; this look in (inspection) from the light into the darkness of the pale other world there inside.

Beyond, there I stepped into a small park, where I have really not been since then, 45 years ago; and found the golden stag gleaming, atop his pillar, with the stamina of ever.