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My first memory was wearing the boots of my father.  

Big, bright leather boots with smooth bottoms.  

Boxer's shoes.

Begin Phone Call.

ringing...

Hello?

Arjo, it's me.  I have something to tell you, something very sad.

What is it?

Your best friend is dead. You need to come home.

My God. What happened? 

No one knows. He's either dead or missing. Are you coming home?

I can't come. I have to finish my exams. But maybe he's alive? When was he last seen?

Galla saw him nine days ago. He left all his things except a pair of boots. Not good. Are you coming home?

I can't come home right now. I really can't leave my studies. What did he take with him? 

A pair of boots. The ones that belonged to Papa.

Papa's boots? Are you sure?

Yes. That's what they said.

I'll be home tonight. Tell Galla he's alive. I'll explain when I see her.

Yes, please. Come home. We'll prepare your room.

No room. I won't stay long. Tell Uncle to put gas in my motorcycle.

Click.