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Schlemihl grandson

From a distance I saw the postman in front of my house. Seeking he looked around and it was freezing, from foot to foot. Then he discovered me.
"Hach, Mr. Krambach," he shouted over to me, "Well, I still catch you. I have a letter for you "
He handed me a brown thick Din A 4 - Cover and let me acknowledge on its electronic handheld.
"Thank you very much and have a nice weekend!"
"you too, Mr. Krambach! Good luck. Maybe it will work out soon with a job!"
The delivery was a few years in our neighborhood and with my unemployment and the following social descent familiar. He often brought stacks of rejections of my applications. He knew why the doorbell was broken and knew the reason why I now opened in the spring usually masked deep to his knock. The public utility had stopped some time ago, electricity and gas, and it was only a matter of weeks, when the eviction notice my landlord was granted. I
to shut the door and walked across the dark hall directly into the small kitchen. At least here it was bright and welcoming, despite the cold. In the fall I had dug up some dwarf daffodils and wild tulip bulbs from the front garden and a window box inside brought to the kitchen window. Yellow and red with deep green leaves they shone in the glow of the midday sun.
I sat at the kitchen table, reading the sender of the Lower Saxony Institute for applied medical and technical research cell and organ e. V. "and opened the envelope ...
course! Once again I got back a folder with application forms.
Pretty soon even. Just last week I had applied for a full-page advertisement in our local newspaper as one of the required laboratory assistant.
The letter, however, sounded promising, especially the last lines:

"... we share with you, with regret, that all bodies already in use were.
However, if you have interest to join an expensive experiment, please register on Friday, 16 March 2007 at three clock the porter. Participation in proficiency is doped with an allowance of sixteen thousand € ... "

My hands were shaking with excitement. So much money? What could be the trials for? Would
Given my precarious situation, I even sacrifice a kidney for this high amount!
Oh damn! Today was named Friday. I barely had time for me to move. I would also have to go black, with the bike I would not wait for the specified date and time across the city create.

The giant clock next to the lodge shows fifteen clock twelve. In the crowded entrance to at least twenty people of various ages. Three men in white coats distributed questionnaires and pens. One of the gentlemen came up to me. I showed him the letter. He nodded and smiled at me.
"It's great that you came Mr. Krambach. My name is Werner, Heinz Werner. I am the leader of the Labor Department. With you we can save the profiling. We have already had the pleasure to study their files. Please come with "
The white coat, a bald stocky man of about fifty-led me through glistening brightly lit corridors crisscrossing the Institute. Air conditioning hummed softly. Now and then we met another, but green bekittelte people who slipped on a different device with iron trolley hoses, cables and monitors.
Finally, he asked me in a conference room. Full of expectation we have of a group of older men, also dressed in white, welcome.
Mr. Werner pointed me to a seat at the head of the table and began to imagine using my copied to the other application documents.
He concluded by saying, "Well, gentlemen, I think the subject meets all physical and psychological characteristics, to take part in our experiment. If you agree, I will let Mr. Krambach explain in broad terms how to proceed through a virtual animation. "
Stumme, a unanimous nod his answer.
Werner picked up the remote control in front of him and pressed a few buttons in succession. Noiselessly closed the shutters, while playing softly, captivating music and a big screen at the end of the room was a wheat field with poppies and cornflowers under bright blue skies. Then, the film moved on to a lying under glass shopping mall in which many people went up and down. Again the scene changed. They saw a man from behind - somehow he was me similar! - Go up the stairs to a multi-storey house. He opened the door, climbed in the elevator and after a few seconds of film again. The man rang the front door and was greeted by a beautiful woman. After a transition he was seen shortly after the middle of a cocktail party with music, drinks and much confusion speaking people. A couple sat in a corner close embrace and kissed passionately. The man turned around. The
yes I was! The man smiled at us and raised his champagne glass.
was then the screen is dark and silent again raised the blinds.

Mr. Werner began to talk about the experiment. Really understand I hardly know what he told in a mixture of computer and technical medical terms. Just this: I do if I agreed to be one of the volunteers in order to explore a complex study of virtual life. At the same time I would accept my body for the duration of the experiments provide the institute. Also, I should immediately be granted leave. For everything else was seen, so I do not wash or other utensils needed from home. For that I would get at the start of the experiment, the sixteen thousand euros. Even if I dropped out the study, I should include the money.
I admit that I am not in the course I listened more. Very concerned me the overwhelming feeling of happiness to come out with one blow from all this financial mess. Rent arrears, cold and hunger should be ended. In addition, there was still left enough money to come sparingly for a year to make ends meet. If that was not a fluke!
One of the gentlemen I submitted a written consent form. With its beautiful black and gold Parker fountain pen, I signed without reading. What interested me the fine print! The money was definitely me! It was large and clear right under the signature panel.
now signed and Mr. Werner, waving the document to dry the ink back and forth and verwarte it carefully in a clear solution.
"Mr Krambach, we look forward to working with you! You will now be brought by one of our assistants to physically preliminary investigation. "
Mr. Werner gave me a smile, the hand and pressed it again to the remote control.
A green-clad woman led me silently from the room, as before through endless corridors, brightly lit corridors. Again and again they opened with finger sensors secured doors by pressing their thumb. Then we took a lift, which was set only by typing a long codes in motion into the basement.
welcomed me there two gentlemen who introduced themselves as doctors. I had to undress completely under their scrutiny and place on a heated bed.
"Mr Krambach, we will put you now in a deep sleep. Do not worry. You will feel nothing. Even the anesthetic injection is absolutely painless. If you wake up again, starting the study. As we continue, we will tell you then. "
was now me very uneasy. Anesthesia? Deep sleep? What in heaven's name had little to do with me? Well, I can cancel at any time and take the money in any case to take home, I calmed down again.
the puncture I found really hard ...

"Wake up! Mr. Krambach! Wake up! Open your eyes! "
buzzing in my head and pounded it. I was awake. Bell guard! I just got the anesthetic syringe and cheerful again? The experiment was terminated?
"There you are again! Once you come in peace to him. I look later for you and answer your questions! "Green bekittelte
The woman disappeared from view before.
front of me, slightly elevated, it flickered on a large LCD: back in the wind swirling grain field. "How comfortable there in the spring looks?" Went through my head.
The picture changed quickly. Small tufts of green corn were to be seen now. In between white Spots. Thawing snow! It thundered and black clouds covered. Then rained down a hail storm.
I shivered. "No, my summer and ice cream parlor. How glad I was there now, to drink coffee with milk ", I thought.
It changed the film abruptly dishes clattering, voices. A dark-skinned pigtailed man waved a giant tray of acrobatics-filled ice cream between tables through. Then he stopped and stood in silent nod of a glass of milk coffee in front of a guest. The looked at ... The
yes I was! My God!
Next to me a monitor beeped frantically. Green wavy lines twitched. Hoses, cables, and a transparent, red-filled Plastic bag with a long tube, which lead to me, pumped rhythmically on, pulled himself together, pumped up, pulled together ...
What make me? Was this the secret experiment? put my thoughts into movies? With me as virtual characters? And what was here for a darkened, strangely enough space?
I was unable to move. Do not even turn my head I could. Only with the eyes, slowly became accustomed to the darkness, I could sense the environment.
flickered everywhere any movies on many screens. Previously focused on metal carts, about half a meter high blocks with hoods on, from which tangled cables led. To each of these cases, a monitor flashed with similar tubes. As for me.

The assistant appeared next to me out of nowhere. She pressed any buttons. The noise stopped. Then she turned on the ceiling lights. The hoods on the metal containers were shaking slightly. Many of the LCD off.
busily made the woman against one of the hoods to create. She pulled out wires and hoses and exchanged a red bag filled with another. Then she carefully removed the plastic cap.
came to the fore a bald-shaved head with huge, protruding ears. The short thick neck, stuck firmly attached to the metal box in a rubber-like Cuff. Now she cleaned with a swab the head region, the cap pulled over again and again attached all supply lines.
Horrified, I watched what they do. As if she had felt my gaze, she turned and nodded to me with a reassuring smile.
"Right now I am with you, Krambach. Wait a minute! "
She pressed some buttons, the green on the monitor screen flickering started again. Now she came up to me.
"We do not want to be so excited, my dear Krambach. Finally, we are still not yet been elucidated. I will now explain our first experiment. This will calm down. How do you even so know from the media, our planet is due to climate change and disasters resulting from collapse. We must as soon as possible find a reasonable solution for all people, without anyone needs to do without his usual luxury. The scientists of our institute to develop concepts that enable virtual, comfortable life, respecting all the resources.
you, Krambach need, not your body! Power of your thoughts and your ideas you can live the life you dream of itself. Your every desire is the way you think it meets. They meet on virtual platforms other people, communicate with them and have any time to change the way your personality and your social status. After a while you will learn to mentally and emotionally to build a new, wonderfully independent lives. Neither sorrow nor distress, will be relevant. You need never eat again, no physical symptoms are real and are up to your death - each brain finally dies again - happy and satisfied. The Institute provides you a start for this money. Virtually self-evident. Imagine, in a shop, buy yourself something nice, first of all. And then you settle down and invite friends to an apartment warming party. Or speculate on the exchange. Of course, you can invest their money and earn interest at an online bank. And remember: In the virtual world everything is cheaper than in real life.
you will see, it's easy ... "

No! No and no again! I wanted to stop the experiment immediately!
I was about even such a bald head on a metal box? Appeared on my screen a metal cube. On top of a head with in a transparent plastic cover wires and tubes. The image zoomed in closer. I saw a terrified face - my face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Krambach. We can not be removed from the experiment. In any case, not yet. During your artificial coma and some items for the preservation of stored body have failed. Maybe we will find over time a new, suitable volunteers who would like to be kept in virtual life. Then you will of course his body. I'll talk to Professor Werner, you know him already.
But now I must continue. In the next room to wait some children who have been sent by their parents for the experiment. Finally, there is here a child-friendly, friendly world where the little ones can feel well.
Goodbye, Mr. Krambach. I look for you again tomorrow! "

(© Elke Kemna, 16 3. 2007)

... arose after reading a Spiegel article on "Seccond Life

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Hartz - IV - Hamster

Quote:
" After Economy Minister Michael Glos recent proposal to introduce forced labor again met with great acceptance, today announced a Glos and be intimately connected colleague from the environmental department, Sigmar Gabriel revolutionary concept, with the one hand the government wants to seal the final victory over unemployment for Germany to bring everlasting full employment, and simultaneously revolutionize Germany's energy policy is sustainable. " End of quote
Source Spiegelfechter "- blog / the complete article you read there ...
http://www.spiegelfechter.com/wordpress/347/hartz-iv-hamster Provides


Postgraduate the topic and a summary of "Glos' proposal for public work"
http://www.spiegel.de/wirtschaft/0, 1518,553101,00. Html




you only once before ...
Quote mirror-online: "The citizens working concept provides for a work requirement of 39 hours per week."
... Aha, so then there should collect such as the long-term unemployed electronics technicians 39 hours garbage, take in the old home-saturated and clean work - or do other "common" useful work?

I do not want to be polemical flat ... But what could this mean?
As should the consortium or the organization responsible for it better to start a temp agency, the Hartz IV "give" learning to companies, demand for money and offset it against the Hartz-IV-paid maintenance.
can now, finally a further reduction of debt, get the full commuter tax and other tax benefits of real working people with good ... for anything but what the unemployed need to be useful! Not only
SUPPORT ... sometimes CALL!
And Mr. Gabriel would finally progress in its Umweltpolemik ... ahem policies have.

However ... Soylent Green, the considerations do not like me really ... I am But vegetarians!
And that would then be charged to all: Enforcing the power companies would have to further price increases ... Finally, they go a lot of revenue lost when the number of unemployed will depend now no longer watching TV and PC. But the ecological balance would be fantastic!
man, gentlemen Glos and Gabriel, these are all views! Since
worth it actually set back to more children in the world! - They would no longer even "unemployed" ...


What say you to that? Is it possible to discuss "serious" about this Glos-proposal?


greeting and a beautiful work or weekly television ... wherever you are

Wishing you
Elke

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Island of Lost Souls

(c) Elke Kemna



Day 1
Today I start with the records.
The flood has brought one of the many boxes on land.
What treasure! In a copper casket there were writing materials, oil cloth wrapped in paper and board book. The last entry was the captain of 13 April 1894th
How much time had elapsed? Maybe two weeks, maybe more? I do not know.
No one survived the storm. They have all been washed overboard or tied to the masts, miserably drowned when the boat upturned on coral reef stranded. Only the dog was with me the saving achieved floating island.
Smurre! My faithful companion.

Day 2
I repeatedly swam to the wreck. It threatens to break apart. When I popped down to the galley, I discovered the ship's cook. Lashed rocked his body softly, as if he were still weighing the singing of the sailors. Poor guy.
I only took a knife and the copper kettle. Shortness of breath drove me back up. The ship
cried and moaned in the raging waves. A few times I popped down to the berth in the forecastle, got all sorts of useful and swam several times with my treasures back to the island and back to the ship.
It will soon be dark. My wounds burn horribly. This damned salt water. I should probably enjoy a few days break.

Day 3
Smurre brought me this morning a dead monkey. Panting, the dog stood in front of me. We both knew what to do with the journeymen. So I threw him into the sea.
The ship is gone! It had to be broken apart and sunk in the night. Before that, it still had
Soren and the cook released. They drove in the shallow waters of the lagoon. I have buried away on the beach.

Day 6
My hunger for meat is indescribable. On the island there is enough fruit to quench my thirst. But they make more and more appetite for fried food. Smurre often brings dead, gray Fell creatures with big bright eyes. They have bushy, black-and-gray striped tails. Whether you can eat them? The dog certainly seems to be full. Sometimes I hear him barking from somewhere. Later, he stretches and panting happily at my feet.


Day 12 The last day I was feverish and too weak to write. Diarrhea plagued me and I had to vomit for days.
The rain has finally stopped. For weeks the first time I see a sunset. Tomorrow I will penetrate with Smurre further into the interior. There must be a source somewhere, because the dog never drinks from the collected rainwater.


day 14 hours we have a small Lake found. I bathed for the first time in months. Herrlich. Smurre barked excitedly on the edge. He 'was scary. It was much nicer than the salt water in which he raged elsewhere. Later I discovered a huge tree, under the red, furry fruit with slippery skin layers. Cautiously, I tried a few of them. The flesh tasted fermented sour. But I'm still good.

day 209
Many of my records are destroyed. On the last night there was a terrible storm. A lightning bolt struck in the tree next to my house. I was able to save only a little before my laboriously built hut burned down. Unfortunately, many records and the log have been destroyed. Had I but only included in the box. But I'm burning pieces of wood recovered and am now sitting here on a crackling fire. Smurre go tomorrow and I hunt monkeys. No raw, slippery fish more. Finally meat!

211 days
The monkey tasted disgusting. The dog did not like him. He continues to hunt fur animals, and eat it with pleasure. I just got back in the lagoon fish caught with a sharpened branch and fried. Delicious. They taste much better than the raw, lukewarm meat from which I lived before. I talk a lot with Smurre and sing him songs. Now I hide my writings at nighttime, safe wrapped in oiled paper, outside the Hut in a copper casket.


228 days I have to deal economically with the paper. I describe even the backs. My new cottage is almost ready. Broken branches are there in the inland enough. In between, I braid huge leaves and leafy branches. I created a stock of red fruits. If they are a couple of days in the sun, has its pleasure, almost like rum diluted with water, sometimes I'll also be incredibly sad and lonely.
Every day I go to the sea. Perhaps at some point will pass a ship? I write only when something important happens.

321 days
Today I circled the island and searched Smurre. Day before yesterday night heard I scared him somewhere barking and howling. He is so far not returned.
I'm desperate. Who should I entertain myself now?


Smurre 329 days is dead I have found his decomposing body. Giant flies showed me the path. He was, not twenty yards from my dwelling, in the thicket. Poor Smurre. What had happened to him? I buried him there, where I found him. So he remains, at least in my area.


337 days I'm getting crazy. For a few days, I do not talk with me, answer me but apparently without me realize that I am. One of my votes seems to change. This morning she asked me broken Danish, if I wanted to drink tea. The voice called Soren. I cursed, that there would be no tea. Shortly after, I found the copper kettle of boiling water from the pond, swam in the green tea leaves on the fire. What may be the get there?
Soren? Somewhere I know the name. I forgot about it.

352 days
Soren is now accessible here. Sometimes I see him. But usually he hides behind the hut. I do not know where he comes. When I asked him, he threatened to go away and never come back. So silent, and I find it nice to sit in the evening by the fire and sing with his old songs for children.

day 360
while ago I saw a dark Spot far out at sea. He did not move and remained constant until dusk in the same place. It must be a ship. Probably it is at anchor. If it's still there tomorrow, I'll swim across. If I drown, which would still be better than to die here.

362 days
The ship has disappeared in the distance. I cried terribly when I was in the bay. Soren has consoled me and promised me to stay now always visible. He is so sweet. Tomorrow we will go together to swim in the sea. I am afraid of big waves. Storm is brewing. But he just laughs. It will save me even if it is dangerous, he says. And he will again with me to the sunken wreck diving. It lies deep in the coral reef .. We must complain our bodies to come down, he says. He's right. Then we could make it.


"Hey, over here! Come on, children come here! I've discovered something! Lisa! Michael! "
Lisa made her way through the dense undergrowth.
"What, Dad?" Have you found a monkey? "
" no. He would roar with my long gone. Where Michael is gone? "
" The cat is back to back swimming. He has fear of snakes. You know that. What have you discovered, Papa? "
"Look. A very old copper box. He is completely discolored. This is called verdigris. What is in it as well? The box is so incredibly difficult ...
And look over there! There lies a dented kettle. Quite green. The stuff must be rotten here long before him. Funny that it is not overgrown. "
" Pappii! I'm hungry! Let us sail back to the hotel. Throw the stupid things off. Join Now. I want to get away from this stupid island! "
Lisa pulled Mr. Smith from the thicket to the beach. They saw how tightly clutched a young, tanned man in a sword of the catamaran and talked with Michael. When they close A sailor came, he turned away and swam out to sea.
"What was he doing with you?"
"Oh, leave me alone, curious bitch! You have to know everything? To "
" Michael, listen to annoy your sister. Tell me, what did the young man?
"Oh, the. He's crazy. His name is Sören and lives on the island. And he thinks that we should stay here tonight because a terrible storm rears. We would never make it to the neighboring island and our hotel. "
" I do not understand. The sky is perfectly clear and we have hardly any wind. Come, children, help with and pushes the boat. We Sail back. I'm hungry. In the light breeze we need at least three-hour period. "

The three arrived at the hotel. Neither their bodies nor the cat were ever found.

seen since that day, the tourists from the hotels, before the first major typhoon at the beginning of the rainy season, appear a small island far out at sea. Framed by the first heavy rain clouds, it is widely visible. Beautiful songs sound over the water. Clear and bright, singing children and several deep male voices accompanying them. Who listens to the lake turns in quickly to reach the safe harbor. Shortly after the storm begins
. A few days later

disappears and the island is only a year later seen when the monsoon begins on New
(c) Elke Kemna

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Nightmare

rhythmic, loud noise woke me sea. made seagulls and the annoying hooting of a foghorn me completely awake.
Damn! What a scary awakening.
Yesterday I had apparently turned the wrong mode - too loud to boot. Normally, I let myself woken by rustling wind and birdsong. Since I had probably made a mistake by accident at night. These pesky pills on the party. In my head, muttered the engine of an old propeller aircraft. I felt
Searching for the remote, turned the speakers softly and The light shower on. That was better. I set the timer for 10 minutes. Now just switched a little massage and warm wind of the day could begin.
slowly returned to my spirits. Carefully, I turned on my stomach, I stretched luxuriously and closed his eyes. Everyday sounds came only from a distance ...
After some time drove the plexiglass cover of my bed buzzing up. The light went out and silenced the noise.
A look at the clock had to boot me.
"My God, already so late? Lisa! Lisa ... "
I got up and shuffled to the window naked. Lead-gray skies and drizzling rain was not exactly what pleased me on a Sunday morning. Lisa's bed was untouched. Apparently they had me last night not accompanied home. Too bad.
I shuffled into the hall to the service center, three new messages waiting on the screen to read and to be confirmed.
door open at 23:54:11 - door closed at 23:55:01 - front door unlocked
Aha! So I was not come home so late.
Hello Uli! Today I am staying at Manuel. Greetings Lisa
"Manuel, you rascal you.'s Why you donated to me so so many smiley pills. Hst 'range makes up to my girlfriend!"
you have a new call from 05353219967 at 8:32 clock
Do you want to be connected to the call now, press 1
you want to call the person back at a later time, press the 2
ignore delete call and press 3
The number was me completely unknown. Who could that be? So early on Sunday? I would take care of me like that. First, I programmed the shower over - today I would also enjoy a water massage and a few minutes solarium.
shower process is initiated after activation
Full breakfast program? Nah, not hungry. So just coffee and surrogate. I typed the desired one.
surrogate stocks last for about 3 servings. Please re-order, select order optimization and press the Enter key
coffee and surrogate production is now
initiated Well I chose from the phone mode, the digit pressed one for the connection and activated on the screen
participants see their own camera from
Finally, I wanted to save complete strangers my hung-over look.
connection is established. Subscriber is online. Please press the Enter key to accept the call
"Martens. Company Corondance-Germany GmbH Good day Mr. Kroll. .? Nice of you to call back the same "
" Good day Mr. Martens ... "The screen flickered
:; me a totally strange man was sitting against a white desk in a white room. Also, it was all in white: His hair, his clothes, even the skin of his face was pale and translucent color matched to the environment. During the welcome he tapped around on a flashing keyboard.
"I received last week by the oversight board sent to your application. One would like to invite because of the excellent products and long experience in the IT field to a company's leadership and a first conversation. "
"Oh, I am very. I had not even expect an answer! "
" We have reviewed your application in detail. As you already know of the announcement, it is an extraordinary trust. I would like to quickly arrange an interview with you. "
" I'm unemployed and can come at any time. "
" Well, Mr. Kroll! Very good! It fits you today at eleven clock? Sunday we will be undisturbed. "
" Yes, can be set up, "I replied casually.
" Fine. A company car will pick up about half an hour before. We look us on. Goodbye "
Before I could say goodbye, the connection was lost.
strange. It picks me up? On the holy Sunday? No matter. have come mainly in the short list too! Maybe it worked at last with a job. The cost of the house I grew slowly over the head. Now I had to hurry
. I showered briefly, put on my best suit and sipping my coffee from a paper cup at the front door.

held on time a car with gray reflective discs on the curb. The back door swung upwards.
"Great truck", I thought, and let me fall on soft leather upholstery. The aircraft engine in my Head had finally fallen silent. I would show that, already, what a smart guy and I just that I would be the fittest for the job.
Before me was an opaque partition in the car. I could not out, yet look at the driver. But this was very strange. We have been there but not in the Mafia, right?
Silent put the car in gear. Where are we going? I was kidnapped? Then all of a sudden it was black for me ... I woke up shivering

on a narrow bed in a small, bare room. What had happened? As I was coming here? Fear crept over me. What were the plans for me?
"There you are again Mr. Kroll! You probably had a little faint. Our driver has brought in here. Well, we have injected a cycle means you should now be better. "
The delicate man, it was Mr. Martens, looked in fact still pale and translucent, as on the screen.
" Make now no questions, but look at their new field at your leisure. You can look at the Institute to move freely. But you respect, that the building can not leave. When you finish the tour, press on the Piper. I sites and bring They then our review panel. "
He handed me a small transmitter, turned and waved to defensive, not to follow him. Then he disappeared behind a sliding door. Unexpectedly
fit and full of expectation, I made my discovery.
Surrend pushed himself, as if by magic moves, a different partition to the side. I entered a strange, large-area building. The semi-circular curved roof was made of a transparent plastic material through which they could see the gray overcast sky. The air in here was almost unbearably humid and very warm, almost like a tropical house, but lacked appropriate plants.
Area seemed barren and sterile. All around were
shoe box size glass containers stacked up to the ceiling in shelves. There may have hundreds be. At first glance, the water in the vessels looked like a muddy brown liquid. Over each of the tubs floated a red light halogen lamp. The front of the discs were each micro-cameras attached. I heard water dripping and bubbling. Here and there a pump humming. The connected tubes resulted in tied strings to the shelves and then individually in the aquarium-like containers in which shone bright LED lamps. Most pulsed green light flickered a few red.
Confused, I looked around. What am I doing here? And what the hell was in the aquarium? Amazed, I went through the huge hall.
In a corner, tucked separated, I discovered a kind of controlled areas with screens and keyboards. Polyphonic buzzing fan. The standing there were similar to the mainframe system, which I had previously operated in a data center. Now I understand! So looked my new workspace: Aquariums control and supervise any farming of aquatic plants or fish. Would I like! Looked pretty easy out. Hopefully I got the job.
A comfortable chair, invited to sit and explore one of the electronics. Even on board they had thought. Full breakfast and steaming coffee were on a small table next to the console. Man, I was hungry! I ate and drank plenty. Besides switched I am curious about one of the screen. On the surface appeared to many small thumbnails of the glass vessels. I marked one to enlarge. Nothing to see further than a water-filled aquarium. So on to the next image. Again the same. More ...
My God! What was that? I had hallucinations?
A small, pale hands clenched into a fist. It suddenly rowed around in the red-lit liquor. There! A second arms
blurred ... I could see the outlines of an embryo: Small legs were moving slowly in the liquid. Then the creature turned weightless like in slow motion. His head was now close to the disk. I zoomed in closer. The high screen resolution made me realize every contour of his face. A baby. A small toy, swimming baby.
I clicked off the image, enlarged to another ... and one more thing ... and one more thing ...
in each basin were tiny, white, identical-looking sexless fetuses. Some slept stretched out, some were moving slowly, others sucked on her fingers and some were curled into balls. But all had one thing in common: they were too small for normal babies.
I activated a different screen. Again numerous thumbnails. And then I clicked on the most terrible images I had ever seen in different containers with crystal clear liquid floating, separated by species, countless tiny body parts: arms, legs, ears and tiny bodies. A container was filled to the top with marble-sized eyes, in another floated zuammengeballte finger long intestines ...
Tormented by horror, I jumped up and pulled it around the breakfast table.
Out! Get out, get out and just get out of here!
But the dividing wall through which I had come, had closed. I rummaged in my pockets after the Piper. Nothing. I had probably left on the table. Just do not go back there! Just do not have to see these images.
I roared! Screamed! I hit my knuckles bloody and kicked the wall!
nothing. They did not open ...
The more I screamed, the more the liquid sloshing in the tanks. Small brown puddles formed in front of the shelves. Then burst the first glass jar! With a dull sound something splashed on the floor. Broken glass rattled. Just do not look. Another container burst. Again the ghastly noise. More and more vats were broken. I
screaming for help, half mad with horror and fear.
Then I pissed me ...

"Uli! Uli! Wake up! Stop crying. Hey! Wake up! "
difficulty I opened my eyes.
"You have been dreaming. Hey! 'll Finally wake up! "
Lisa stood in front of my bed. She had folded up the plastic cover and rattled around on me.
"Man! You cry all the time. What was that for a dream? Hadst times yesterday, not thrown so many pills! ! You Heini "
Dazed, I scrambled to my bladder pushed me completely hoarse I whispered..." No, let me, Lissie must urgently go to the bathroom ... "

Confused and still completely cruel the dream captured, I shuffled into the bathroom been. growled in my head again the aircraft engine. Oh God, I had to be wide yesterday!
lay crumpled on the tiles underwear, socks and the jacket. My best suit! He was out. When I tried to lift up the toilet lid, a stabbing pain shot through me: the knuckles of my hands were swollen and thick scab of coagulated blood.
And then I discovered my suit pants over the bath. She had huge damp patches. The material was dark and discolored on the floor, had little brown puddles formed.
Oh shit!
nausea came over me. The overwhelming urge to vomit more, an all-covering black comforting.
I passed out ... and did not hear more like Lisa clamored next door: "If you hit me with you again with Manuel, come I did not go home! I leave you! Do you hear? I'm sick of your jealousy! Now hurry up time! At eleven you have the interview at the biotech company! "
(c) Elke Kemna

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Diving Bell and the Butterfly

I'm reading ...

Butterfly The Diving Bell and Jean-Dominique Bauby

Can write a man who is paralyzed after a stroke over the entire body and only communicates by twitching of his eyelids with the outside world, an authentic book? This is still a film to succeed?
He can.
by precisely this twitch, or blink, he dictated his thoughts on the basis of a secretary of the publisher cherished letter boards. Letter for letter read result made feelings, anger, sadness, irony, sarcasm and many memories of his previous life.
Bauby describes his inner world, like life in a diving bell - but his thoughts are flying around like butterflies. At the same time he realizes that he shares in the novel and completely unsentimental, sometimes bitter, but in many places with ludicrous humor that it now "for life and of death" has all the time for thinking and remembering - and time for boundless imaginations.
frightening to read but also of Bauby, who has been on a bad experience locked-in syndrome sufferers with nurses and doctors, which he barely still perceive no longer take for full, have been written off, as he feels his humiliating fate of being diapered distance of less wise-cracking sisters. And then the journalist shares with his infinite longing to embrace his son.
vain.

Conclusion: A Emfehlenswert book for readers who want to get involved in this fate, and can.
I am very impressed and will surely read it again.

Here is a link to further descriptions and excerpts of the same film
http://www.schmetterling-und-taucherglocke.de/start.html

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Duckmäusertum due to internet forums?

It may be a risky proposition which I now outside ...

I notice the following:
We are a nation of quiet subtle, enduring, all hands-border, people have become silent. "Erin olle 68"

When I experienced as a youth or young adult and lived, that you rebelled against constraints, inequitable and prescribed laws and / or at least publicly protested.
I remember a red-dot-action "in Hannover, as - today we would call them" militant "- protesters because of drastic increase in fares of public transport, some rails concreted over and all accesses and exits of the trams by depot blockades prevented. At that time there was a collective Affirm this action. Many car traveling citizens took part in such a way that they stuck a white sign with red dot behind the windscreen, visible sign that they supported the action and could be stopped at any time anywhere in order to ride on. Cars waited in long queues at the tram stops and taxi holding areas. It was soon agreed, who could go where and with whom. Same time, several demos were running against the fare rises in central locations in Hanover.
Results: After two weeks, about the price increases were taken back.
there are many other examples: Vacant houses were occupied, and as much, at that time for young people scarce, living space is used. "Student rebellion," an appreciative topic in the media and the attempt to Benno Ohnesorge then ultimately brought many to the left anarchist movement to join.

And today?
you look around the web. For anything and everything, there are forums. Here, "rotten" hidden behind Nicks together people who rail against gasoline price increases, tax inequities, too low a commuter tax, social deprivation, fees, and missing or false laws. But who helps? And above all that this virtual grumbling alter the circumstances?
Nix! Nothing!

The rich will remain rich or get richer, corporations poke a fat profits and reward employees with starvation wages, the poor remain poor - with or without work. As children go
with plastic bags instead of satchels and without any food to school because their parents lack the necessary ALG money. Whatever the reason, the children that is not to blame. They are excluded as school trips and school trips parked in other classes, sit in kindergarten during the Mitagsessenszeiten in a separate room because the parents do not pay the required lunch money (can) and learn early on what it says in our country, "poor" to be.
Social Justice? Not at all. Politicians of all parties to complain about the debt of the state and that no money for school meals, free school books and educational funding is available. Finally, there are child benefit for anyone who educates children! Yes, yes - but it is unfortunately offset by the ALG families with the support. And the well-earning? Are rewarded for their children by "tax deductible" rather than the amount determined in their children. The pay off properly, GE better the more you earn bagged one for the kiddies one ...
free teaching materials for the socially disadvantaged? No. Why. Intended to use the children but the discarded school books of the older siblings. Just bad luck that some have no siblings. There is also in most schools workbooks, are described and thus unusable for sharing are.
But we have "ubiquitous television". If we do not have to give all children equal educational opportunities, they can at least before PCs and TVs will be parked in order to go daft and / or some of them later as young adults drink and beat all to pieces. Brecht once said that every society has the teenagers it deserves.
right.

Why should study "poor" young German or migrants? University fees in almost all states create the conditions that the rich keep to themselves and held a "natural" selection.
And what about the old man, whose apparently decent pension many are jealous of us? Let's look behind the facade? Do we really said pensioners objectively? You do not so much: One bag of white flour, bread, a cup margarine, a ready meal and a little cottage cheese. Now and then an apple ... Your clothes, years old and tattered? Well, where to they should do fine, they can go out anywhere anymore anyway, often not even afford one, age-friendly, warm apartment.

It is a lie that all citizens of all ages in our country has the opportunity and the right to education and freedom of expression.
look around! The available everywhere in big cities Ghetto speak a different language.
The rich contented silence - what is that to them.
The poor also silent. Because they do not believe (more) to justice, that they can at the state and to their poverty Molloch change. They stand in lines at soup kitchens and free at Nahrungsmittelverteilstellen.

And what we do "old" that we used earlier against social injustice and domination of the state? We nod approvingly at "hard but fair" look "euromaxx" and "Anne Will" and are outraged by the social imbalance in our society. Yes, we still bring the empty bottle of wine quickly into the kitchen and you enjoy in our warm bed. Or we hoof it around in internet forums and make our displeasure to read manner air. There are enough users who clap and report virtually like to know.

If each of us would in real life be a little bolder, we could change things.
There is much to do. Let's do it.

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Sunday!



This morning I was quite early in the garden and the tomato plants have poured in the greenhouse. And then I walked with my camera along the grass paths. The sun is shining and the tulips open. Unfortunately, it is now does not matter for optimal exposure to bright. Nevertheless, I take pictures a few designs ... as "soul heat" reservoir of inhospitable winter days.

Forget-me-not, tulips, grape hyacinths and dandelion flower in competition. In a sea of white cherry and pink apple blossoms. How beautiful!
However, I will probably be able to reap a few fruits. This year hardly flying bees - only here and there a huge, black and yellow striped bumblebee and rarely a few small bumblebees. Also in the currant and gooseberry bushes, all is quiet. I miss the many-voiced murmur of the small pollen collectors. But everywhere scurry around ladybugs. Well, they are probably at least a little help to ensure that the flowers are pollinated.

Well, dear reader, I invite you to a short walk through my organic garden.
http://picasaweb.google.de/Gitana52/GartenImApril2008
However, I have refrained from the potato, onion to photograph and vegetable beds! As I watch anyway out yet. In July there is an extra photo to show.

Next week it is getting colder and rainy, the most important garden tasks are done for now. I certainly think again time to respond to the broken-mails.

I wish you all a good Sunday - Carpe Diem!
Greetings
Elke

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The everyday madness

spring!
Everywhere is green and blooms. The air smells of apple and cherry blossoms.
time for long walks in warm sunshine.
walks?
No, far from it. Sun protection cream on the nose and down into the garden. I would like to have ten pairs of hands and turn depend on every day a few hours.
who, like me, has a large fruit and vegetable garden, will understand me.
The beds must be released, fertilized shrubs and compost can be spread by fruit trees.
For first sowings it is high time: leeks, lettuce, peas, radishes, carrots and turnips. The bulbs are already growing and first tender garlic-leek I have already harvested. Tomorrow be the pre-sprouted potatoes in foil and early planted tomatoes and Chillipflänchen the greenhouse.
Then I can allow myself a few quiet hours in the garden.
No, probably not, the grass is already growing hand high. And since I environmentally conscious, have no gasoline mower, I will probably rouse to draw endless trains in winter with the rusty mower. Weight training with a difference!
Nevertheless, I look forward to a sea of tulips, forget-me-nots and Perlhyazinthen. The Süßkirschenbaum begins to bloom and everywhere scurry around black and yellow striped giant bumblebees. I see no bees. I also have a attentive guest: A male blackbird hopping around next to me boldly observed exactly where I rake and is immediately at hand when I toss him a worm before the beak. How nice. His breeding will thank him.

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I'm reading ...

Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury of
, translated by Fritz Güttinger (1955)
Extract and abridged from Wikipedia Inahltsangabe http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit_451_ (novel)

Fahrenheit 451 is set in a world where it is considered a serious crime, to read books or even to possess. The Company is dependent on the political system, anonymous and kept under age ...

protagonist of the novel, the fireman Guy is Monday, the first work of criticism in this system. By the 17-year-old Clarisse he meets the art of words, the value of free thought and the beauty of nature. He secretly read books and start the world with different eyes ...

Society in the novel has a very monotonous. Your goal is to make the population continually to deal with simple means and divert them as of major events such as wars. This will be achieved, for example, with television shows that are looking over the video screens in their living rooms and on which the audience can participate, but also by large amusement parks ...

have people who read books and are enemies of the state, to be pursued. Their houses and libraries are set on fire by firefighters, said some of the dead are also accepted.

This state of society was brought about but not by the ruling, totalitarian government itself out.
, but have brought the people by increasing their media consumption, especially through television, even in this situation.

My opinion:
If one considers what time the author wrote the book (1953) and how far we have come now in our and in other "democratic" States are! Frightening! And I think
even more shocking that we are well on our way to a totalitarian police state - for better and for worse!

A highly recommended book that makes you think about our own personal behavior and keep still in our country. If "we" already made by using gaga Medieneinheitsbrei stupid, comfortable and speechless?

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Devil and Beelzebub

Today I was, like every morning, traveling with my dog in the fields.

met me in front of a tractor with a trailer - that's a big yellow barrel and a folded spraying device. Shortly after I had
again avoid a similar vehicle.
The Agriculture drove right and left fields with hand-tall green corn, folded their spraying went out loud and smelly then their paths. They clouded with spicy sweet scent that the wind carried to us the landscape.

I noticed a crouched near a hare. It is set and closed season! Dogs must remain on leash in the woods and meadows. Rightly so.

But ... who protects rabbits and wild rabbits (no prey animals, they duck in case of imminent danger) before tractors and chemical showers?

Our wildlife is increasingly under threat - indeed eradicated, and the nests destroyed by ground nesting birds such as skylarks and lapwings, intensive agriculture.
is now also promoted organic fuel, which require intensive spraying and chemical fertilizers. Numerous bio-gas plants for renewable raw materials (Rapp, corn, clover) are built.
ie: higher use of pesticides, herbicides, phosphate fertilizers and large-scale reclamation previously uncultivated land. The protection of our fauna and flora remains sidelined.

'm very quiet I went home - with a dog constantly sneezing and sad thoughts. Many of the young hares few weeks will not have survived this morning. Unlike rabbits namely they do not live in sheltered caves, special duck, well camouflaged, from their date of birth between grass and grain fields. In these same fields ... Instead of exploring

energy from solar, wind and geothermal energy, to promote and accelerate our all natural, self-sufficient living space is becoming smaller.

Let's drive the devil with Beelzebub from?
Is this kind of environmental rape in the sense of our "blue planet"?

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then everything was better?



Harsch blows April gusty wind through my thinning hair. Determined is the evening set boring headache. Despite all this, I will not get used to myself to be an old woman. No more jumping barefoot along the beaten Lehmweg to be bitter, but I allow myself the least bit of freedom disheveled hair on my walk. Open eyes for my environment and yet, like old people now are so time and again lost in thoughts of the past, I stroll on ...
On the playground in our town I stopped. There can certainly stay well to enjoy a few last rays of the sun. I find an empty bench. Three mothers are sitting on a and other smoke. Beautifully decked out small children are undecided on the edge of the sandbox. The driver of a pink baby gear lying around glittering with broken glass around the bet.
"No," shouts one of the women harshly over the place, "do not go in there, you're dirty!"
remains a little girl are abruptly turned, wondering around and then slowly moves away from the sand pit towards the climbing frame.

No one had noticed our leave. The adults were on their early evening chores busy to take care of our disappearance. Mother supplied her old father, bedridden father lived in the attic and chopping wood behind the shed.
Friedel, the eldest, he went to school since last summer, slipped from first shoes and stockings. We did the same and yet also rolled up our filthy, damp trouser legs. Spring at last! There was a smell of freshly cut clover and adventure. The air was filled with the chirping of sparrows, larks singing and Kibitzgeschrei. But we did not care.
Hans whined. The youngest was the wet grass too cold. So I pulled him caring socks and shoes back on.
hooves sounded from a distance! Bright, metallic and piercing it was coming closer. Then heard We curses and loud crack of a whip. A cart came! Immediately he was there.
Flink we hid behind the milk bench and waited. Evi giggled.
"Pssst! Else's trouble". Friedel covered her mouth.
Bauer Randers hiefte several heavy cans zinc on the oak planks. He turned the wagon and no longer grumpy Haflinger trotted towards facilitating the native food stall and filled eaves.
Evi took a dented soup ladle, which she had pilfered from the home, laughing and knocked on the wood. Friedel had great difficulty in the battered cover of one of the cans removed. Finally! My sister was allowed to drink first. Then little Hans. And then Friedel. Impatiently I waited until I was finally his turn. How well the milk tasted. She was still warm, very greasy and smelled a little beet silage. We drank alternately spoon to scoop and quenched our thirst. Later, there was no dinner that was certain. Finally, we were prohibited from such punishment, moved to irruption of dawn to around outside. So get a few gulps. This made full.

are chattering on the mothers. One of the children is on the wheel, can be pushed to the fence. Wheels squeaking. One of the women brought drinking packet distributed to the children, another red-white wrapped chocolate bar. Paper and cigarette butts are thrown away. As the crowd passes by me, I catch a few snatches of conversation.
"... will only eat sweets. Or pasta with ketchup."
"... will wash their clothes immediately afterwards. I do not come afterwards. Enduring she sits in the dirt."
"In kindergarten, she was now out in the field. The grass stains" I get no more out ".
"Catherine repeal Do not!. This is Bah, come at last! DC's Sandman."

direct TURNS about us the only Street light of the asphalt road. It was so late? Two cats slowly crept closer, crouched timidly and gently licking a few drops of milk to be trampled grass. Hurry home! We started to run without being noticed that we had forgotten shoes and stockings.
mother was waiting grimly at the door.
"Well, you bully! Where have you traveled and you again? THE father had not explicitly prohibited?"
Hans crowed, before I was able to keep his mouth: "We were drinking milk Evi's got tufts had."
mother mine was still gloomy. Then she scolded from us harshly. But of course - we had to wash ourselves, and were sent to bed without supper. Mother was while on his way to pick up our shoes. Giggling, we moved into our bunks and whispered for a long time from our adventurous spring outing. Hans was already asleep soundly. Sometime late in the evening, I heard mother out back and forth on the farm go. They cleaned out the oven. The iron door quitschte penetrating. Tomorrow there would be fresh bread.

sparkling glass shards in the neon light of the many street lights around me. With difficulty I get up and shuffle from the playground. My back hurts, your legs do not get going. I'm cold. On the way I met a caravan of young people. They drink alternately from a bottle. A black plastic monster, one of the boys carried on the shoulder pops, bass and stuttering speech-song in the formerly peaceful spring evening. I turn away and go home.
paralyzing silence greets me. My first handle - turn on TV - broadcast news.
"... in the attack were killed over eighty people and well over a hundred injured, including many children. UN troops cordoned the area off a wide area. And now the weather ..."
I lubricated my bread listen to the forecasts and weather warnings for the North Frisian Islands and sit in front of the TV. Equivalent to a thriller. Some tension in the sadness and loneliness I can do well, even though I probably will like almost every night to sleep on the film.

The next morning my father shook awake. Friedel was already on his way to school, Hans was snoring softly. Still half asleep, blinking, I got a slap in the face.
"This is to ensure that you are not accepted. And for stealing! As punishment, you son today in the hen house and allow you a week has not from the farm. Alas, I found you! Friedel is now clean bikes! And although all! "
Then I got a blunt thump, which drove me out of bed.
I got dressed quickly. In the kitchen, sweating mother moved with a large wooden spoon around in a vat. Today was laundry day. Water droplets hissed on the stove top and orange flames licked ablaze by a gap between the stove rings. It smelled of soap after birch wood and freshly grated. Stumm, tears welling slip away, waiting for new rant, I ate a sandwich with crispy fresh-scooped Quark.
"Because you know what father said, that march in the henhouse!" Interrupted my mother drove me dumb and Breakfast together with the bread on the farm.
The mucking lasted until noon. I struggled with integrity. Several times tipped the wheelbarrow to the smelly cargo or remained on the muddy ground by putting the manure pile. Father was long gone into the forest and sawed there rotten, from spring storm felled beech logs into firewood.
mother sent me with his lunch to the grove. Filled with cooking utensils, I moved I los.Wie his recent outburst was afraid! But that was unfounded. His anger had evaporated. Once there, he showed me laughing a few random plover eggs. One of them ausschlürfen I get to the other he kept for the mother. Everything was well again.
On the way back I met Friedel. I saw him from afar on the rusty bike too big bike along the dirt road. The wheel flew to the grave-edge, school bag next to it. And then we waded through shallow chattering, ice-cold water. We discovered the first tadpoles of this year. Some had even small black Vorderbeinchen. Friedel pulled out his breakfast box. We drew water into it and a few animals. Long we were sitting in the grass and watch the lurching swim the frog babies. Later, we caught more sedges and water scorpions. We forgot the time. When we finally made our fishing on the way home it dawned it already.
was time father at the gate. We got the expected slaps, but at least after dinner. However, we had to eat out for punishment while standing, then wash and straight to bed. That made us but for nothing. While parents chatted quietly with each other in the kitchen, slipped out Friedel. He took his breakfast box from the luggage carrier and pilfered a jar from the basement. Later, we observed a long lag in the glow of a flashlight around swimming tadpoles in our new aquarium.

the morning I shower long and hard. The radio droning any advertising that only comfort in my morning solitude. Bright children's laughter, then promises a squeaky voice-round health by multivitamin juice.
is gray and foggy out there. It is drizzling. This time with a hat, I'm on my way. First, the baker. Too late. Sandwiches are made. There I meet a neighbor. She wants the supermarket. I accompany them and buy a few little things. Sausage, cheese and hot baked bread and buns from the bakery shop. Then we go to pick up my cleaning and linen.
A bus stops next to us. Noisy and crowded school children out almost simultaneously. I see three teenage girls who take turns watching over their shoulders while giggling tap little palm-sized devices. Buzzing melody sound. Those things make music yes! A young boy joined them himself. Digs his hand a black plastic piece out and holds it at eye level in front of the girls. The thing is a short "click" on its own. Re-giggle. Now all bow to the device. That's apparently even photographs.
My neighbor says goodbye. She wants to go home for the elderly by visiting her senile sister. The bed linen is heavy. I wish I had taken my trolley. Just around the next corner, I'm finally at home.
There! Hooves! Bright, piercing and metal. Glossy brown Trotting horses. Pull a wedding carriage.
It sounds like back then.

Yes, everything was better back then. And now I have an appetite for a glass of milk.

(c) Elke Kemna

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(c) Elke Kemna

Do People With Hiv Get More Colds?

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married people over thirty?
we have not. No. Never.

The Long March in Hanover, the "broken" listened, raised his fists, dreamed of Jane's Daytime. Hewn
plan. Mitgehauen. Runaways.
power Destroy what destroys you.
packed sleeping bags, curling shot - off to Kathmandu, after Afganisthan or Torremolinos.
We have a laugh left, the elderly with their turtelnden females.
Have us do not even looks the other way.
Come sleep with me.
time she wore nylon shirts and pink bow in her women permed hair danced to James Last and drank strawberry punch.
Bauhaus Song
We felt free to us, ran barefoot over broken glass without asphalt laughed, silver light of the many years, waiting for us and made colorful dreams revolve.

And time passed.

flowers behind hunters maintain fences and paint their houses yellow.
wearing checkered and jeans, sneakers and clogs.
Armani evening and the little black dress. Instead
Daniels's bags or Dimple. Gin is socially acceptable.
a whistle now and then: English Grobschnitt with wild cherry flavor.
They had studied and eventually brought it to something.
teach your children seek to ban thought and protest.
the last fight we win.

Yes. And time goes by.

cremefarbenm invitation on parchment: class reunions.
graduating class 1968th
in the finest hotel. Decorated room.
land in sight.
What joy. Finally. The soul mate.

There they sit, the old, took up the heritage of their fathers.
with cute females, partly permed, sometimes blonde streaked - pink with fashionable glasses.
uniform look.
No, they do not feel like fifty-five.
The dream is over.

And I?


Was probably in the wrong movie.
driving home.
will never plant geraniums.

When the night hits its lowest point is the day to others.


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