Back when we didn’t need plans
‘When did you stop hating me?’
‘When you wrote me the letter.’
‘What letter?’
He began to ask himself what else he’d forgotten about the summer of 1999. Nagel lived in his first flat share at the time, survived on part time jobs, and barely wasted a single thought on the future. Back then, when the century was coming to an end, you could still smoke on the regional express and only posers had mobile phones. Then everything changed, suddenly and unexpectedly his world turned into a shambles.
Thorsten Nagelschmidt has written a novel about love, friendship and betrayal. About the last great summer and the search for clues 16 years later.
