" I..." He struggled to answer. " When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.There was no anger or reproach.It was Papa who spoke.How did it look?" Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. " There were stars," he said. " They burned by eyes. "