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Und keiner weiß wohin · Wolfgang Borchert · Leben
Der Kaffee ist undefinierbar. Sie hingen auf den Stühlen. Über die Tische waren sie gehängt. Hingehängt von einer fürchterlichen Müdigkeit. Für diese Müdigkeit gab es keinen Schlaf. Es war eine Weltmüdigkeit, die nichts mehr erwartet. Höchstens mal einen Zug.
Und in einem Wartesaal, da hingen sie dann hingehängt über Stühle und Tische. Sie hingen in ihren Kleidern und in ihrer Haut, als ob sie ihnen lästig wären, die Kleider. Und die Haut. Sie waren Gespenster und hatten sich mit dieser Haut kostümiert und spielten eine Zeit lang Mensch.
Sie hingen an ihren Skeletten wie Vogelscheuchen an ihren Stangen. Vom Leben hingehängt zum Gespött ihres eigenen Gehirns und zur Qual ihrer Herzen. Und jeder Wind spielte ihnen mit. Der spielte mit ihnen.
Sie hingen in einem Leben, hingehängt von einem Gott ohne Gesicht. Von einem Gott, der nicht gut und nicht böse war. Der nur war. Und nicht mehr. Und das war zu viel. Und das war zu wenig. Und er hatte sie da hingehängt ins Leben, damit sie ein Weilchen da pendelten, dünnstimmige Glocken im unsichtbaren Gestühl, windgeblähte Vogelscheuchen.
Preisgegeben sich und der Haut, von der sie die Naht nicht entdeckten. Hingehängt über Stühle, Stangen, Tische, Galgen und maßlose Abgründe. Und keiner vernahm ihr dünnstimmiges Geschrei. Denn der Gott hatte ja kein Gesicht. Darum konnte er auch keine Ohren haben.
Das war ihre größte Verlassenheit, der Gott ohne Ohren. Gott ließ sie nur atmen.
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During the 16th Barbarian war a detachment of Crusaders or rampart Lion Knights were sent to recapture the city of Nekropol, a minor city that was captured in the Barbarians 1027th campaign in the southern part of the kingdom…
When the small army reached the city they found that all of the city invaders including the original inhabitants were already dead and rotting. The only living inhabitants of the spooky dead town were the rats and rodents feasting on the dead and their stored food supply…
- (General Von Kevorkian) Captain, have you searched the city for anything alive?
- (Captain Dodo) Yes Sire! Except for the giant rats we had to slash our way through, slash, cut, slash-slash, Oi quite a gory story, blood all over the place, there were just rotting corpses, no surviving two-leggers . Oi, I say they had poisoned the food when they knew all was lost and killed themselves and their hungry invaders… that is what this mighty clever noggin thinks!!!
- (Von Kevorkian) Oh, I say quite a forensic expert are you??? Have you studied at the mage’s school of private detectives, you know everyone knows he is a charlatan and a quack!!! His courses are not worth a quarter of a fifth penny-farthing, and to be quite honest not worth the capital's infamous hooker slutty Penny’s fart either…
So, if they poisoned themselves and the barbarian why are all the rodents all over the place??? Eh, what do you say, Mr. clever-noggin-head??? Wouldn’t they be dead too???
- (Dodo) Eh yeah Gov, yeah you are right, but, but, how did they all got snuffed then??? Could it have been one of those Unidentified flying dinner plates???
- (Von Kevorkian) Oh Stupid fool have been listening to the Mage’s idiot stories written by the even worse charlatan the ancient scribe Von Däneken, his stories are worse than Baron Von Münchenhausen, the only difference is that that latter is more amusing…
- (Dodo) Oi, oh, but hey Sire! How do you think they went to the other side then??? Ey??? Oi, Oi!!!
- (Von Kevorkian) does it matter? They are dead, do you care how they perished???
- (Dodo) Ey! Sir, Sire!!! You know everyone like a good mystery, don't they, Oi, I mean something that get the noggin-head to puzzle the mind-maze, I mean what is the point of having this lump on our shoulders if not to think and solve puzzles??? So what are we gonna do sir???
- (Von Kevorkian) We are gonna storm the city!!!
- (Dodo) storm the city? But they are all dead, Oi! ey, they are dead and what is the point of fighting skellies and deadlings??? Oi, Gov??? Why???
- (Von Kevorkian) well my mind-maze-using not-so-clever man-at-arms… why storm a crypt-city of the long dead? Well my fool it is an easy medal for me… you know, all the troops don’t know that all the in-castle invaders and inhabitants have ceased to draw breath through their no-longer existing nostrils… and ”my dear Watson” you know how all soldiers like to brag and exaggerate their deeds, I mean some are enough mythomaniacs to even think that they have killed a dead skeleton barbarian, the storming will be a success and I will be the recipient a third medal of golden winged honor by the King, no one will know that we have retaken a dead town…
- (Dodo) Very, very clever, my Clever Boss!!! But I am my men who searched the city, we know, what if we talk, not me of course, because I am mighty faithful to you, my leader!!!
- (Von Kevorkian) Yes, but a real storming of a real defended city would have victims, so we better have some so that no one would expose our faked storming…
- (Dodo) eh what do you mean? Hey??? Oi???
- (Von Kevarkian) you my dear Dodo is dead as one, well let me explain, look closely at this sword, my sword, you will be the first casualty…
Von Kevarkian pulls his sword and cut down his faithful orderly…
His last words was: Sire, you are mighty clever and without… oi, aaaargh!!!
The unit which searched the city was the first to storm the city, sadly they all died by friendly fire…
Long after ”the battle” was finished, veteran knights and soldiers would retell their tails of heroic deeds during the storming…
Von Kevorkian later got his third medal for the battle of the dead city, but no one ever called it that…
Haarlem | Хаарлем, 12-04-2025.
Gerwin van der Werf | De Krater. Amsterdam, CPNB, 2025,
Van de achterflap:
Ik begreep niet dat een ruimtesonde vijfentwintig miljard kilometer kon reizen in een halve eeuw, en dat wij om de haverklap moesten tanken en niet eens meer thuis zouden komen.
Eden is met haar twee broers op weg naar een meteorietkrater, ergens in Duitsland. Ze heeft een missie: haar jongste broer redden. Benjamin heeft een depressie, Johnny een rijbewijs. Benjamin weet alles van sterren en meteorieten, Johnny weet de weg - hopelijk. En Eden? Die zit ertussenin. Altijd ertussenin.
Gerwin van der Werf (Dutch)
My Books set
Segelschiff · Manfred Hausmann · Kapitän an seinen Sohn
Segelschiff · Kapitän an seinen Sohn · Lieber Sohn, wenn Inspektor Nannen dir diesen Brief aushändigt, befindest du dich schon einige Stunden an Bord der »Wega« und hast das erste Unbehagen bereits überstanden.
Ich glaube zu wissen, wie einem unerfahrenen Jungen zumute ist, wenn er auf eine Viermastbark kommt, die eine Woche im Hafen gelegen hat. Ich weiß, dass du zunächst betroffen bist von dem Durcheinander, das an Deck herrscht, von den Aschenhaufen, von den Abfällen aus der Kombüse, von den zerbrochenen Kisten und vom Schmutz.
Ich weiß, dass du dich unter den unausgeschlafenen, mürrischen Männern beklommen genug fühlst. Ich weiß auch, dass dir das Herz bis zum Hals empor schlägt, wenn du zu der ungeheuren Höhe der Masten mit den Rahen und dem Gespinst des laufenden Gutes hinauf blickst und dir vorstellst, dass du demnächst dort oben dich bewegen und betätigen musst.
Lass dir gegen niemanden etwas merken, lieber Sohn, es wird bald anders. Der Schlepper kommt längsseits und führt euch die Weser hinunter der freien See entgegen.
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The new fellow, well amphibian hermaphrodite that Marioanella had found down the HQ sewers was a Ranfroh who had been imprisoned in suspended animation as a punishment for when it worked for the local ruler, his failure had been that he mistakenly scolded the ruler when it mixed up the pipes of cold sulfur with hot sulfur…
…a crime punished quite harshly according to local exo-world laws…
marioanella took it on her to re-educate this fallen plummer colleague…
…And anyhow she needed company other than the stupid plummer-bots…
…she discovered it or as it was called Grog-Froda was very talented in his trade…
…as a special species trait he could suck a sewer pipe clean and then vomit the contents into a container or another pipe…
She felt a certain tingle in her belly and possibly lower that she hadn’t heard for years and years when she observed it professionally sucking pipes as a master with sincere devotion, giving it all of his soul and guts…
Then one day it happened, they were connecting two pipes down the sewers and its slimy webbed tawny hand touched hers, when slimy surface touched her skin, she felt all warm inside and he looked into his hollow eye-sockets ( yes his species had eyes like the extinct earth Natius mollusk ) and some of the sewage from its suction hole was dripping from its hole down on her plumbing-suit it made her tribeling body react in more than one way at once…
She could no longer contain her eruption of emotions inside, she closed in on its dripping hole and kissed it with tongue and lips, it replied her hot kisses by several well-timed sucks…
Their hands had started to explore each other’s bodies and they started to unzip each other's uniforms…
When Marioanella suddenly stopped…
Grog-Froda looked surprised and asked:
Why did you stop? I have been longing for you since we first met, was I to fast??? Shall we slow down?
Marioanelle replied:
No, hot strange plumber, it was just right, I think I love you, I want you so bad, but I am feeling observed! Is it one of Cray’s spy drones…
When the turned around they saw a giant police-bot observing their every move, it said:
Oh! Don’t mind me, I was enjoying myself, quite much actually, hmm well I am a, hmm kind of a Voyeur…
Oh perhaps I should introduce myself, I am I.G.y 909… now carry on dear fleshling strangers!!!
Marioanella said: who ever you are: thank you for destroying the best moment I have had in years… Let me guess: you are here because Cray bought a wrecked policeship and you were locked in some container?
it said: Yes kind of I don’t know who Cray is but I was packed in a automatic-add-water-and-unfold box… I thought that I was gonna police the federation slave-mines on Beta-max 2b!
But woke up here, wherever this place might be… a pity you don’t get turned on by being watched!!!
Please take me to you leader so it/she/he can direct me to fulfill my original mission!