I won player of the year and players' player, two cups and two championship medals, had a great time.
The fate of the singers who, like my songs, went up in flame was also the fate of the books which I later wrote. All of them went up in flame to Heaven in a fire which broke out one night at my home in Bad Homburg as I lay ill in a hospital.
Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.