“Why is it my job to cash up, when it is I who can see the hustle and bustle of the blasphemized, unacknowledged Lutheran?”
“Just cash up so we can go home.”
“Why?”
“Because that was a believing Muslim.”
“Muslim?”
“Dear Caspar, there has never been a situation in world history where such religiously founded expressions of interpersonal care, irrespective of all established powers, have been taken seriously and effected, no matter how simple, precise and catchy and relevant they might have appeared to the one in power.”
“That is true.”
On his way past the tomatoes, Caspar Federspiel adjusts a can.
