Frank pressed the receiver tighter against his ear and listened eagerly to the phone`s dialing tone. After about a minute, Agatha Wilden, Julia`s mother, answered. The wife of the foreign minister greeted Kohlhaas with some restraint and went then to the upper floor to call her daughter.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Julia! It`s me!”, said Frank excitedly, leaning against the dirty glass window of the telephone booth.
”Hi! How are you?”, asked Julia dryly.
“Don`t ask! All our activists are working around the clock. We are preparing a big thing, but I`m not allowed to tell you any details. If someone listens, you know”, explained Kohlhaas.
”Another big thing?”
“Yes, I`m near the border of Latvia. Alf is also here. Tomorrow we will...”, said the young man and interrupted himself in the next second.
“Aha! Nice!”, returned Julia.
“And what do you do?”, Kohlhaas wanted to know.
The daughter of the village boss was silent for a moment, then she replied: “Nice, that you ask me about my life, Frank. I`m just reading some books about pedagogy. Incidentally, it is very remarkable what Artur Tschistokjow writes in “The Way of the Rus” about the education of the youth, isn`t it? But I`m also reading ordinary pedagogy books. It is an interessting topic.”
”Education?” Frank was surprised.
“Yes, exactly!”