The Day iss bright, I write to you
She was reading Marx in an organic bakery; he was the chairman of a big bank. The man that Helen is writing to today died a long time ago. In 1989, Julius was killed in an assassination. Helen recollects how she met the banker as a young woman – she was 19, he was 52 –, how light and bright everything felt, how he pursued his career while she struggled through her studies. She remembers all the letters she wrote to him and how their relationship continuously reinvented itself, how death brutally hit them, and how Helen consulted journalists, contemporary witnesses, and Stasi documents, trying to understand.