I still drive the van sometimes. Still pick up strange packages. And every time someone asks how long I’ve got, I smile and say: "Machs mit. Bis sechs."
So I became the stand-in Sohn.
The ticking got louder as I walked through the dark hall. Dust swirled in the evening light. And there it was: the blue table. On it, a smaller envelope, my name on it. machs mit till 6
Till always said the same thing when he handed you the keys to the delivery van. "Machs mit, bis 6." Make it work, till 6. I still drive the van sometimes