Helene did not ask further. They set off. Through the park, down a street, over a bridge, along the river. The houses became more urban, the gardens bigger. Karajan's steps became slower, his expression serious. Suddenly Helene knew where her companion brought her. Karajan, you show me your former home, right? Why are you doing this? They have robbed you. It's our last chance. They have a garden full of beds and pillows. Maybe we'll sleep there. They haven't been that bad. At least, not always. I wasn't always nice to them. But they must have an alarm system. Do you want to climb over the fence? And what about me? Oh, I can think of something. What's the family's name again? They are called Le Gard. Every evening they talked about art. Leonardo, Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Picasso. I know them all. Ah, that's why you know so well. Ah, it couldn't be avoided. Here it is. They stood in front of a big villa. Helene had to think that she had once lived like that. But that was a long time ago. Oh, someone is playing the piano. That's probably Madeleine, the daughter. She still has an older big brother. I've hardly seen him. He read all the time or sat in front of the computer. He's interested in everything in the newspaper. A serious guy. By the way, he looks very good, Helene. You never told me about the boy. What's his name? His name is Mark. And the parents, how are they? Oh, quite nice. The mother is German and has been living in Paris since her studies. So Mark and Madeleine can speak German? Yes, that's right. I didn't think about that at all. We'll do it this way. I'll take a look around. There's a bench over here, right across from the house. There's also a little well to refresh. You wait for me there, okay? I'll be back in five minutes. Promise. Five minutes. Okay.