Shit, o shit - with nervous fingers Jenny searched in her black Gucci-bag, regarding at the same time all those red traffic-lights in front of the taxi which should bring her to the Frankfurt-ICE in time. She could not find the letter! Because of him she had slept miserable last night, had taken a valium at 3 o clock and did not register the alarmclock at seven.

Why for heavens sake did her mother write just now, one day before her Ireland-trip, about those things that happened 42 years ago in Zwickau, former GDR. Informations about her "father"!

Fortunately Tom [link to 1. Epi. Tom En route to Ireland", A. Carl / Kassel / Germany] had taken all the documents concerning Ireland and the train reservations - and George would give her further informations about O`Donnell.

Last traffic-light, rolling the black case down the endless ramp to gate 2. Where is Tom? Shit! Section G? Oh, some one is waving with a newspaper. Final spurt, announcement of departure - I did it.