The front side of the kitchen table is covered like any other day. On the chair is a large brown Teddy bear sitting. A plate, a colorful painted Egg stand in front of them a unicorn, made of chestnuts and matches put together. In the coffee Cup next to it is a full bottle of coke out of plastic. “Actually, you should not drink Cola, you could go there and back already,” says Uwe L., 59. It’s Ronja’s is the place. A year and a half after her death, she still fills the room, and the memories of your father, as probably never before. Because he can’t say goodbye to him. “She wanders through my head, through my heart,” he says. “And that’s bullshit, because: they have no home.”

12. June was a very ordinary late spring day in Berlin. According to all the rules of probability he would have been the same for Ronja L., for your father Uwe L. and her mother, Jeanette K., 56,. But Ronja is dead. 12. June dies, 13-year-old schoolgirl. A tram captures you, grinds you, buries them. The girl is injured, but alive and conscious, with a special tool, the Tram is lifted, but the rescue attempt failed, Ronja will be crushed by the tram.

“take The investigation to”

her parents are certain that Ronja could still be alive. Since that Tuesday in June, the time for Uwe L. and Jeanette K. still. You can no longer distinguish between guilt and fate, coincidence and necessity. Because even half a year after the fatal accident, no COP, no firefighter, no Prosecutor, and no other representatives of the state power, to you has told, what exactly has happened. And because no one does, and fills the vacuum with assumptions, conjectures, and nightmares.

For the past six months, the investigation into the circumstances of the tragedy to run, first of all, the “transport service” of the criminal investigation, at the Prosecutor’s office. There is a file number. On request it is, but only: “The investigation is ongoing.”

What is Ronja’s parents Uwe L. and Jeanette K. from conversations with witnesses, from images, from Reports and reminders to know, goes like this: Ronja breaks in the afternoon of the 12th. June in the home of their mother, with her friend Alisa, she wants to get a Pizza. The two girls go down on their bicycles on the cycle lanes in the block Causeway in Rummelsburg. Shortly before the stop of the tram, on the corner of Köpenicker Straße, calls Ronja Alisa: “abbreviate Let’s go.”

photos in the apartment of her father, reminiscent of Ronja.Photo: private

Then she crosses the tracks at an unprotected Crossing. On the middle strip you captured the tram. The engine pushes the child and the bike a good 16 meters in front of it in the stop. The steel wheels separate two fingers from Ronja’s Hand, before they come to a standstill. The body of the child falls in the gravel bed, between the tracks, caught by the Tram.

A few minutes before the two girls were still there, in Jeanette K. s apartment, you have prepared a presentation on eating disorders. Actually, the mother had proposed to pick up the Pizza immediately, but Ronja says: “First work, then pleasure”, the next day you need to hold the unit. Take it up with the mother to Exercise, are proud of the praise you get. Then, at about 16.30 hours, on break, Ronja and Alisa, “bye!”, a glance, a Smile, they’re the same.

He told by leaps and bounds, and quick-tempered, very sober

“of Course, we think if this decision would be different like in the time-space continuum …”, says Ronja’s father, without ending the sentence, and presses his fingers into the eyes of – way with the images.

As of the accident, Ronja’s mother just to the phone in the Hand. She has photographed the unit, send it back to Alisa. Since the device is ringing. She goes to answer it. Screams in the Background. A police officer calls out: “Where are we here?” The mother breaks down immediately. The accident achieved. Later on, you don’t call the father, who lives far away and on the way.

Ronja’s parents live separately, the daughter lived with her mother, but she is often with her father and spent a lot of time with him. The death of their daughter try to understand you but together. If you report in Uwe L. s kitchen of the accident, corrected it to him sometimes. He told by leaps and bounds, and quick-tempered. She describes the day, be sober, almost detached, but her eyes fill with tears.

Since the bike is on the left next to the tram on the tracks. Jeanette K. running around the track. In a daze. Without saying a word.

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“Today I wonder why I didn’t scream, as mothers do in the movies,” she says. You will be immediately surrounded by police officers, firefighters, you ask: How do you mean, like your daughter said, you want to have assurance that she is really the mother. Then she is led away from the scene of the accident, shielded. A policewoman tells her, and Uwe. l., your child had a blessing in disguise, “we’ll get there now. And then drive together to the hospital.“ One and a half hours of use, take Ronja is located under the railway. Then a pastor comes to you and says, it would be again taken corrective action. Since Uwe L. knows that something is happening.

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