Jenny missed the trsin from Cologne to Brussels. Shit! Heaven knows why, as she had just gone to visit the Cathedral. She felt quite at home in Cologne from the time as a student of History of art at Bonn university. So she had decided to revisit the "three-kings-shrine" In fact she wanted to be alone for a while, to think about some things. She was confused about Lily and Heiner Maier and the remarks about Liffey Castle and BOD. Jenny could not stop thinking about that squeer woman, dressed in a colourful cloth, that Lily something, humming all the time, mentioning a golden coin.

The coin! Jenny had suddenly remembered a simular coin which she discovered 35 years ago, as a child, in her mother's bedside table. That was in Zickau, and like in the fairy tale it was forbidden to open the drawer. But she had done it one day and found letters, a photo and a coin!

All the time she had known there was a secret about this coin and her mother, who had disappeared and had come back sad and depressive. I the loetter she had got yesterday her mother wrote about her "father": A man from Ireland, who had come to the GDR with a delegation of members of the ommunist party of Ireland in 1959.

Jenny added one to one: she was a "child of love". Her mother had gone to Ireland for a while with a "permission" and worked as an IM (informal member of staff) for the STASI later. She never mentioned the coin.

Jenny decided to be more friendly with that Lily something. She had to find out how much that crazy lady knew about the coin - and perhaps about the young Irish men from the photo.

Jenny left the cathedral 15 minutes later and realized that she had missed the train. Bad luck! Good luck! She got the last ticket from airport Cologne-Bonn to Dublin - time enough to phone Bruno, who she knew from Bonn. He wasn't at home, he too was on the way to Ireland. What a coincidence! What was the secret of the coin? Well, she had to wait .... to 21.05 hrs., Dublin airport.