Friday, November 14th

Franz Gurgenspielheim woke up to a completely ordinary day and walked to his kitchen for some ordinary coffee. He looks at the calendar; November 9, 1989. He walks outside to do his ordinary routine everyday. He walks to the park and sits on the same bench with the same notebook and the same fountain pen. He looks over to the tree he has been admiring for the longest time, and the same little squirrel on one of the branches, and continues his drawing. For a moment he thought of how strange it was that it seemed the squirrel never moved and how the tree never changed with the seasons, but though the idea silly and wrote it off as just him not noticing. He was so focused on his pen strokes, he didn't notice the wrecking ball that smashed through the wall that the tree and squirrel was painted on. When he looked up to take another look at the tree, he saw a man with an equally dumbfounded facial expression as his looking back at him. He saw the man was sitting on a bench, with a notebook and a fountain pen. Looking down at the concrete wall Franz noticed on the other man's side was the same tree with the same squirrel. The two men like reflections of one another stood up and walked toward the newly discovered person. They each looked at the other's notebook, and saw the drawings of the same tree on both of them. Franz looked back at the man and walked back to his bench which he pulled over to the hole in the wall, and the man did the same to his bench. They sat next to each other and shared drawings and stories. The other man was Jorgen Franzheimstien, and every day he woke up to a completely ordinary day and walked to his completely ordinary kitchen for some ordinary coffee. Then he would take the same notebook and the same fountain pen to the same bench to draw the same tree with the same squirrel in the branches. He was too focused on his drawing to notice the wrecking crew smash through the tree, which he now realized was a wall, where he saw a man on a bench just like him, doing the same thing, named Franz Gurgenspielheim. As the two men shared their drawings and stories, they realized that November 9th of 1989 was not just an ordinary day.