Finishing all Kaiser's preparations, we had waited at the gates. The flow of the traffic was sparse as the sun was already setting down. With a crevice protruding off the wall, I had sat on it holding Kaiser's helmet ontop of my lap. It took a while of begging for him to hand over his helmet. Seeing a speck of dirt on the helmet I had rubbed it off. The act of rubbing it had strangely calmed me down. If I was a ball of misfortune then I'll pass it on but this was going to be my new hobby.
