JUNE 1955: I learn to ride a bicycle on a ladies’ cycle. To join the other children's play I have to play catch. I stumble and break my right arm.

SEPTEMBER 1955: A peaceful, sunny autumn morning. I am on the way to school. Suddenly there is a crack and I don't know anything anymore. I regain consciousness briefly to see the flesh of my upper thigh sticking out of my leg and the bone behind it. The flesh is red and has the structure of an orange. I think: So those are cells …

OCTOBER 1955: A fairy tale prince appears riding an Arab stallion and fills every fibre of my body and soul.