Rasmus geht seinen Weg

Old Rasmus, 80 years old, stands by the big country road: I'm sitting here thinking. I'm thinking about the summer of 1906. Do you want to hear a bit about 1906? Would you like me to tell you something about it? You know, maybe then we'll all see together what was revealed to me then. For me, that was the most important, the most unusual summer in my whole life. There was a little boy, not yet 9 years old, who shone like a thin ray of light from a children's home far away from here, high up in Småland. From the Vesterhagen orphanage in Småland. Just imagine how the world has changed so colossally in just 50 years. There were no cars, no roast, no radio, no Sputnik. The first time I saw a car - that was just in the summer of 1986. I can tell you what, how I stared at the types of Tyre's. XR 59, XR 62 ... I mean, we were boys, we played football all day. Today, when a car like that arrives, the barriers go up - it's all put on now that you can hardly keep it out of your head. Today you're amazed enough when you see a horse and carriage, but back then, with all the horse-drawn carriages, you could hear the horseshoes playing a tune on the country roads all day long, every day, from morning till night. And I don't know, but I always found this melody so nice and cozy. (he imitates the clatter of hooves). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------