The mouse cursor crosses the screen. The year is 2014. 200 years before, it had whizzed across the floor. But these are new times. Also in Kimmer.
“Where is the cursor?”
With this strange question to the wife, Melchior Whoburg refers to the little white arrow which he uses to touch different things on the screen.
“Have no idea. Try to move it a little.”
“The mouse?”
“Yes, the mouse.”
Melchoir fiddles with a small plate and then it’s coffee time.
