At the Persiluhr then the matter is ended. It occurred to me in that October night. After the pub I have been swimming in the city center as the last and only late walkers. I tried to get rid of the fog in my head to alleviate the smoke in the throat.
Then I came across the Persiluhr, when the woman with the gleaming white robes, the solid "S" Persil. A strange green synthetic was in it. The first trucks drove past, vegetables to the market, and I was thinking, what if one were sitting in the back of the loading platform, a quiet revolutionary . But the times were not after. Revolutionaries in Germany do not come from below. Revolutions are imposed from above.
The standard clock showed quarter past five, and then I remembered the story that connects me with Persiluhr. I just had
the second month in the hospital behind me. I had acclimated myself and was in any stupidity here, unless it was exaggerated. Because of the television, I had in the room they put a woman in from the next room. She lay in bed and said nothing. The TV camera has clangor three days. Then I asked her why she does not speak. "What can I say?" She asked.
Meanwhile more and more people came to my device and sometimes the conversation went well by itself, so that one could turn off the boob tube. But the next door still said nothing. She was flown by a window in a crash, we told the nurse. Car accident, several broken bones. But a nice selection I had to show it. No one could tell me at this time, if my leg would be whole again. It must be, I told myself. Gone with depression and Alleszuspät, I wanted to believe it. This defiant optimism I was transferred to the woman. "You have it good," she said as she finally opened her mouth. "If I get out and can not walk properly, I never get a man" "Do something, not things," I said helplessly. Somehow I understood what it was all her. be supplied
Nähsaal Out of the bride, his mother. This good old illusory path of women who believe going to the wedding, everything went. Now the accident, and now everything was at risk. Perhaps it was for them only the Nähsaal. So we still got to talk to.
And she asked me if I do not want to get married. And I said, not to the end of my days.
Eventually, she was then dismissed. Only when she was gone, I realized that I would have liked the man she sought. Of course she did not like me and not me. But maybe you could tell her that. Over the weekend I was home. Buddies took me to her. Almost every day I called her. Then there was the story of the house, a cottage in the garden for them alone. I said, the landlord must approve it. The landlord is allowed or not. I got her plan to cover up the house above.
morning five fifty, Persiluhr, ticktack a black pointer moves on. I should finally go home.
Then she was gone. I called, she was traveling with her boyfriend over the weekend. I stood there and made me feel very stupid. Later the nurse told me she was back. Sleeping tablet poisoning. At first I was not sure whether I'm concerned that something. Even heartache ... in my situation ... But then again I'm gone to her. "What are you doing now? "Have I asked needlessly. "I've taken enough pills," she said. "There's never a reason to give up hope," I said.
"I have only taken enough sleeping pills," she said defiantly. "It's just because you're afraid you can not keep this friend," I have accused her. It has opened only her china blue eyes. As I drove out of the skin and finally told her she should eat all the pills she wants. That will not be counseled can not be helped. She has again regarded me with these china blue eyes and said, "If you were the last man on earth, I would not marry you, too."
There were a few turbulent days, then have I met with the big mouth. Me was soon familiar, so familiar that I still wonder what I missed in it. The large mouth with said, "That's just such a wallflower. This is nothing. You're not a wallflower. "The big mouth with the big-mouthed wrote me letters from the hospital, which had moved them. And I have seen her with sleeping pills only once.
This was before this Persiluhr. The clinic is here to keep the cars from the exercise pool of patients to the hospital. We stood facing each other in thick coats and with crutches. The Persiluhr sent her unnatural green by the gray-white of the falling snowflakes.
A rust-red sunset was over the roofs were white and gray clouds of smoke from the chimneys. One of the cars came and I said "please," and they joined. Right after that was still such a car. I did not know what else would I have to say or do.
© Text Courtesy of Heidi Musser www.heidrun-musser.de
