"Hello? Saul? Kiss my ass."

Marita/Pocke

I’m Marita Stein, Stein as in Stone. Couldn’t choose a name for myself, of course not. Got used to it, it suits me, actually. I collected stones as a child, each and every single pebble. Every child does that, in a way, but I really did it on a grand scale. Stuffed my pockets full of them, sometimes so many I lost my balance and fell down. Me, I didn’t care, I just had to have my stones. At one point, my mother threw them all away, forbade me to bring them home. So I stopped then, worried she would take them away from me. Well, that too passed, the stone thing. It started again when I became a student in Frankfurt. Was probably the reason for being one of the first ones who threw stones at the pigs. (laughs) I was pretty good at it. The rest of the story is well known. and then they of all people give me the name “Stone.” They left the Marita part, allegedly a fairly common name for my generation. I would’ve thought it was rather rare. So, anyway, who cares. Main point is they let me alone. But who gives a damn anymore? The world has changed in the meantime. Nobody imagined it this way, nobody wanted it. The whole thing really backfired, and I mean it.