Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
He talked about his girlfriend Marie for sixty-five years. The letters in the locked drawer explained why no one had ever met her.
In a small two-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a senior-living building in Cleveland, a man named Hans Becker had been talking to his houseplants for sixty-three years. The houseplants were his furniture. There were nineteen of them. They had names.
He lived alone. He ate cereal for dinner. He had a girlfriend named Marie nobody had ever met. Marie was a doctor in Stuttgart. Marie was a violinist in Vienna. Last Easter, Marie was a ballerina in Hamburg. The family had been hearing about Marie for forty-five years.
Then Hans died at ninety-one in his recliner with a bowl of cornflakes beside him. And his nephew Jonas took a Friday off work to clean out the apartment.
He found the key taped under the recliner. He found the locked dresser drawer in the bedroom. Inside the drawer was a wood box. Inside the box were sixty-five letters in pale-cream envelopes, addressed in careful blue-ink German handwriting to: Marie Becker, 14 Schönhauser Allee, Berlin-Pankow, East Germany.
None of them had ever been mailed.
This is The Bachelor Uncle and Marie — a Nyza Stories original short film. About a man who held his breath when the phone rang for sixty-five years. About a woman who was twenty-two in 1961 on the wrong side of a wall that went up overnight. And about a nephew who got on a Saturday-morning flight to Berlin with the wood box tucked under his right arm.
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I have held my breath when the phone rings for sixty-five years.
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📖 THE STORY
In a small two-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a senior-living building in Cleveland, a man named Hans Becker had been talking to his houseplants for sixty years. The houseplants were his furniture. There were nineteen of them. They had names. He lived alone. He ate cereal for dinner because he was the kind of old man who eats cereal for dinner. He had a girlfriend named Marie. Nobody had ever met Marie. The family had been hearing about Marie for forty-five years. Marie was a doctor in Stuttgart. Marie was a violinist in Vienna. Last Easter, Marie was a ballerina in Hamburg. Hans's nephew Jonas, who was twenty-one then, asked him over potato salad at the family barbecue, Uncle Hans, where exactly does Marie live. Hans said, very calmly, into his potato salad, very far away, Jonas. Very far away. Some women are very far away. The whole family laughed. Hans laughed loudest. He went home that evening and wrote a letter to Marie. He did not mail it. He had not mailed any of them in sixty years.
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Story · Narration · Written & Directed by Hardik Trehan
Original Score & Song by Nyza Studios
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He talked about his girlfriend Marie for sixty-five years. The letters in the locked drawer explained why no one had ever met her.
In a small two-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a senior-living building in Cleveland, a man named Hans Becker had been talking to his houseplants for sixty-three years. The houseplants were his furniture. There were nineteen of them. They had names.
He lived alone. He ate cereal for dinner. He had a girlfriend named Marie nobody had ever met. Marie was a doctor in Stuttgart. Marie was a violinist in Vienna. Last Easter, Marie was a ballerina in Hamburg. The family had been hearing about Marie for forty-five years.
Then Hans died at ninety-one in his recliner with a bowl of cornflakes beside him. And his nephew Jonas took a Friday off work to clean out the apartment.
He found the key taped under the recliner. He found the locked dresser drawer in the bedroom. Inside the drawer was a wood box. Inside the box were sixty-five letters in pale-cream envelopes, addressed in careful blue-ink German handwriting to: Marie Becker, 14 Schönhauser Allee, Berlin-Pankow, East Germany.
None of them had ever been mailed.
This is The Bachelor Uncle and Marie — a Nyza Stories original short film. About a man who held his breath when the phone rang for sixty-five years. About a woman who was twenty-two in 1961 on the wrong side of a wall that went up overnight. And about a nephew who got on a Saturday-morning flight to Berlin with the wood box tucked under his right arm.
— — —
I have held my breath when the phone rings for sixty-five years.
— — —
📖 THE STORY
In a small two-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a senior-living building in Cleveland, a man named Hans Becker had been talking to his houseplants for sixty years. The houseplants were his furniture. There were nineteen of them. They had names. He lived alone. He ate cereal for dinner because he was the kind of old man who eats cereal for dinner. He had a girlfriend named Marie. Nobody had ever met Marie. The family had been hearing about Marie for forty-five years. Marie was a doctor in Stuttgart. Marie was a violinist in Vienna. Last Easter, Marie was a ballerina in Hamburg. Hans's nephew Jonas, who was twenty-one then, asked him over potato salad at the family barbecue, Uncle Hans, where exactly does Marie live. Hans said, very calmly, into his potato salad, very far away, Jonas. Very far away. Some women are very far away. The whole family laughed. Hans laughed loudest. He went home that evening and wrote a letter to Marie. He did not mail it. He had not mailed any of them in sixty years.
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✦ CREDITS ✦
Story · Narration · Written & Directed by Hardik Trehan
Original Score & Song by Nyza Studios
A Nyza Studios Original
© 2026 Nyza Creations LLC. All rights reserved.
nyzastudios.com · @nyzastudiosofficial
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