It is a cold morning in Novermber and the first snow has fallen . . .

A man in a long leather coat stands on his fourth-floor balcony on Kramgasse overlooking the Zahringer Fountain and the white street below.

Should he go to the woman's house in Fribourg? His hands grip the metal balustrade, let go, grip again. Should he visit her? Should he visit her?

He decides not to visit her again.

He decides that he must see the Fribourg woman again.

He also decides that he must see her again.