Of course Gustav won the tournament back then. He shined in every exercise and got the gold medal. And you're looking for it now? Exactly. I buried the medal back then because I was jealous of Gustav. I wish I was as good as he was. What do you want with it now, years later? Gustav is in the hospital. He had a stroke and can't walk since then. He should do gymnastics, but he doesn't want to. Gustav is so stubborn. He just feels bad all the time and refuses to get up. He'll never get well that way. And the gold medal should change that? One more minute. We wanted to dig it up and bring it to Gustav's hospital. The memory of his shining time as an athlete should encourage him to start training. Not a bad idea. And stop. The clock in the break hall showed 7 p.m. The doors opened and the audience came in. Opera Theodor, Mr. Schmidtchen and the other three men stumbled off the stage. Robin Hood and his followers disappeared behind the scenes. Let's go, Henrietta. Greetings from the teacher.