It took a while for Jonathan to stop crying and start thinking straight.
He had been crouching on the stony ground in front of the Wentzler's house all along, crying and screaming. He was clutching Alexandra's necklace so firmly in his hands that his knuckles had gone white. He couldn't move at all. But he knew he had to do something, he couldn't stay here forever!
Jonathan managed to get on to his feet and ran to the Wentzler's house. The entrance door was locked, but Alexandra had shown him a few weeks ago where to find the hidden, spare key. With shaking hands, he opened the door, rushed in and picked up the phone to call his mother. In a voice still choked with tears, he told her what had happened.
"We got to go to the embassy!", he almost yelled into the phone.
"Jonathan...", his mother said, but Jonathan interrupted her with the words "I'll run up to you. We need to hurry!" and hung up the phone.
He rushed back to the main door and banged it shut behind him.
Jonathan knew the route his mother would take to get to the Wentzler's house. Still holding Alexandra's necklace in her hand, he started running. He ran as fast as he could. His body was trembling and his lungs burned, but for nothing in the world could he have stopped or even slowed down. Then he noticed the old Ford, his mother's car, coming round the corner, its wheels squeaking. Jonathan shouted out to his mother. She saw him and stopped the car. Jonathan ran over to her and jumped into the car.
"Go, Mom!", he shouted, panting, even before she could say anything.
It took about 20 minutes to drive to the embassy. On the way, Jonathan described to his mother what had happened, but his mother only could understand half of what he was telling her. She noticed his death grip on something in his hand. It looked like a necklace with an amulet. His hands were shaking as Jonathan opened the lock of the necklace to place it around his neck. Mrs. Crane talked incessantly, trying to calm him down, but Jonathan wasn't listening. He just stared out the window, watching the passing traffic.
The closer they got to the district where the embassy was, the heavier the traffic got. Jonathan was starting to get impatient and cursed out loud. Mrs. Crane looked at him, annoyed - she didn't like him cursing. Jonathan barked at her to driver faster even though he knew she couldn't because the traffic was so bad. Now the traffic had almost come to a standstill. Jonathan cranked down the window and gazed out. He noticed a crowd of people standing in front of a building. It was the German embassy. He heard the honking of the cars around them; some of the drivers were cursing over the din of the traffic.
"Damn it!", Jonathan shouted and opened the door.
"Jonathan, where are you going!", Mrs. Crane yelled – even though she knew where he wanted to go. "No, wait!"
But Jonathan wasn't listening as he slammed the door shut behind him and ran off, heading towards the embassy. He forced his way through the stopped cars, he even climbed up on the hoods, he bumped into people getting out of their cars, ignoring them as they yelled things like "Hey boy, are you crazy?" or "Get outta here!" at him. He just wanted to get to the embassy building as fast as he could.
Mrs. Crane parked her car in the middle of the lane, to follow Jonathan. She knew she would be obstructing the traffic, but she just wanted to find her son.