“I milked Bert (the rocking horse). Berta has a milk [?] (points to the long hairs that hang down the front) “I milked her there.”
“A sadly comic ladder” – “I must climb over there sadly”, he said, after my mother replied to his words about having to climb over that it seemed rather sad.”
“The sun is ill today.” Dora: what is wrong with it? “It has lost two rays.”
“Drink water by the light of the moons – imagine, it would be champagneyackwine.”
“He had some tinfoil in his hand, one one side it is silver, on the other gold. He lies in bed and asks me which I prefer. I say: the golden side. He says: Me too, one can sleep better with that.”
The recordings and archivings of Walter Benjamin’s son, Stefan, as he utters his innocent and growing wisdom (taken from “Walter Benjamin’s Archive: Texts, Images, Signs (2007)).