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„Si? Pronto. Vaticano is speaking! Who’s there in the line!“
„Hi! Is there Leo? Your father wants to meet you!“
„Oh! Hello! God? You around here? Down to earth? Personally? Have you heard my prayer and how urgently we need you nowadays? Or is it your son strolling around? On tour?“
„Leo! To make it simple! I’m around here, doing some shows. And thought about caring about my family! So I called!“
„Your voice sounds familiar to me! Son! What is your desire?“
„Don’t wanna talk about music that is fifty years old now!“
„I owned this record. The little jewish boy called Zimmerman did some amazing songs then. One more cup of coffee I loved the most.“
„Leo! Is it allowed to drink coffee and listenig to old roadsongs in the vaticano nowadays?“
„My son! Sicuro!“
„You are my son! Heard you wrote a book and used some of my words. Never published before! You do that now! As some kind of opening!“
„Bobby! This is you! I had this supposizione, scusi, supposition, when I answered your call! Ring them bells and I let you in!“
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(Mister Zimmermann is entering the room. Warm welcome. Leo wants to smile, but he has to beware his dignity.)
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„Hello father!“
„Hello my son!“
„Why are you dressed up as an kind of Darth Vader, mio figlio!“
„Mio padre! Because I don’t wanna be seen, only be heard!“
„The stupido with the carrot head lost tonight!“
„I’m relieved, but not sure about, what it all means!“
„Trust, my son. Sorry. Father! Trust in us!“
„Got it! Father! Here’s my book! What’s your gift?“
„A rosary! Sacrified! Take care! And keep on …“
„ … keeping on. Surely I will do!“
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