life is a side job by Uwe Prink
novel
426 pages ISBN: 978-3-9502871-2
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Chapter 33
snow disaster
As far as the feet
Cindy was now with the company car home. Our Audi had indeed suffered the accident a total loss. Afternoon it began to snow and we were excited about the snow. We cooked hot punch and felt very comfortable in our little house where the ovens were fed properly and radiating warmth.
In the night we were awakened by sirens, which seemed to be very close. "This is still with us" at the door, "said Cindy and I got to watch from the living room window. Even in the kitchen I saw a bright light shining. The obliquely opposite building, which housed a sausage factory burned brightly. Several fire companies of firefighters were in the cold at work. Fortunately, the house was too far away to threaten us. After a few hours they had extinguished the fire and went off again.
The next morning was Cindy, who had left the house on his way to the daily drudgery, surprisingly, after two minutes back. "You have to look at you sometimes."
Creativshop The car was parked directly in front of the meat factory and now had an ice layer of about six inches thick. »Frozen fire water," I realized, "the can you use again until it has thawed. "
" Shit, now I take the bus. Who knows when I'll be in the company. "
Yes and the snow flows not the traffic as usual"
"Today I need to Hamburg, I was still with my mother over. To me complaining for days their ears full, because it again has trouble with her Austrian sailor. "It was not so rare that the canyon ass chose this profession.
"The ass only makes crap and it still does not send him to hell. Somehow it has also to blame. Well, it's just my mother. "She vanished from a bus stop and I looked at the ever-increasing snow flurries. The situation was further aggravated by an icy wind that blew, who saw to it that the snow piled up in some areas of the dike. Current drove snowplows to keep the roads passable. It looked to me suspiciously like Sisyphus.
I cooked a pot of tea, ate breakfast and went out their way to the shed, which housed the fuel tank to free up the ovens. A bit of fun I did this state of emergency already, because he brought color into my life. When I had shoveled mightily against the ever-increasing snow flurries, the feeling was drinking a hot chicken broth comforting than usual and I thought, "now you've got the deserved" How could such a delicious broth, but patronize, if you've plowed and frozen..
the same day it was out there not really bright in the house because it was very dark. In the evening I thought about what I cook for myself and my baby was waiting for their return. That it was an hour overdue, was with the weather still normal. Two hours later she was still not home. Now I also noticed that there was has long been no more buses drove past. For the first time I regretted it, no radio to have. I did not know what was going on. Probably the traffic collapsed. Nothing drove more. I added that my child was left with her mother in Hamburg Eimsbüttel, and directed me to a lonely night. The nearest telephone was not far from the house. I wanted to at least know that Cindy was on to the greens, and was also curious about their knowledge of the situation.
I trudged through the snow to the public telephone. With the wind it was freezing cold. I threw the money and waited. After a short time, my angel was already on the phone. She had been waiting for my call.
"Shit, I come here not go away," she said annoyed, "and if this continues, then tomorrow certainly not."
"Is Charlie here?"
"No, he hired again and my mother is now considering whether to send him once in the Pampa. She has had enough of the Drunk. "
" Well, "I wanted to calm myself," as long as a few food and wine there are'll survive without you I's. But longing I have now. "
" Me too, honey. There is a higher power. Perhaps like the fate of our times show how it is to be back alone. "
" So as a little warning, if we fight and I think what I really dimwitted in the cow. So, let's not annoy your mother and be glad that Charley is not there. "
" Yes, honey, call back tomorrow to. "
" Do I, bye. "
" Bye. "I hung up and strolled me. to eat only once a punch, and now what was the motto. When I was tired and the alcohol in the blood increased, it started again. This time I could explain it well because I felt infinitely alone and delivered. Declaration which, her statement that night was terrible. I tried to sleep with the light because I thought that would pick up the demons in the dark. With rational thoughts tackle the was not. The fear and discomfort were worse.
The next morning I opened the front door instead of the street and saw only white. And what I saw was not a white road, but a white wall. The snow had piled up to the gutter.
with an "Oh" Shit, I rushed to the back door leading to the garden and shed. Here it was possible addition to seeing and again to find a way to shed. The foresight and I shovel snow shovel next to the door had left the garden. free up the path to the shed was a bad Geacker. I filled the tank of oil stoves precaution brim. At breakfast, I thought, even the one night I do not have it again. But the chaos was perfect. How should I here get away? Drove in Hamburg at all cars and buses? And if so, then from where? With the train I was able to proceed only from Altona again. I had to necessarily take the bus. The idea here to get away, melted away. The streets were in chaos this most difficult to keep free. I only had to phone again.
Cindy could hear the news and watch TV. I learned from her that tanks would be used to make the roads passable again. The buses would take part, but towards Altona only from the center of Finkenwerder. I swallowed hard and told her I would try it anyway. My project meant that I fight me about fifteen kilometers through the snow had. I did not know what to expect at the dike, where the land was open. The snow storm was not mitigated by this development. In the spring I would have laughed at that distance and I immediately made the trip safely. This storm had to prepare itself better. On the other hand, I wanted to spend another night in any case alone and was also the matter and a challenge.
I remembered television reports, which dealt with polar explorer or mountaineer issues and knew that a person loses a lot of energy in the cold. So I grabbed me a lot of chocolate and biscuits. Cindy had planted a small candy store, which I sacked now. Then I cooked a pot of tea and poured it into the thermos. From the army I had a long, olive-colored pants and the parka you had after the period of military service may also keep. In retrospect, the Force was still good for something. Sun and decked out with thick socks and winter boots, I headed into the cold.
top of the dike is to protect the houses, you could go quite well. Occasionally people tried free up their snow-covered driveways. An elderly man I knew only by sight, asked me:?. "Aware of where you out for premiums, Jung"
I'm going to Hamburg "So a surprised face, I had not seen her for long.
Someone asked me if I am to the grocer wanted, who would not have much to offer and if I needed anything. People were suddenly replaced. There was an atmosphere of friendliness and helpfulness. Why do you need before a disaster to aufzukriegen the mouth? Would be nice if it were always like that, that takes care of the others. I leaned against the wind and went on. Shortly before leaving I took a swig of tea and ate a bar of chocolate. So, boy, is nu 's hard. At the same
I became acquainted with St. Püsterich. The only way to get through was to move on the bank. The drifts were up to half the road embankment height swallowed. Now and then watched a car roof out of the snow. Tank with snow slides towards me came. Who his car had not stopped accurately at the roadside, had to expect to find a damaged truck. Click to go up, wading through chest-high was like the water. It stormed up here violently, but it was said, the only way to move forward. Below was deep snow, it would be totally absorbed in it and may have been covered by tank tracks.
I had to think of the expedition of Amundsen and Scott and I came here ridiculous. You go through here civilized territory and the boys were literally in the middle of nowhere. Completely on their own. What kind of hero. What a tour de force. But what she had driven to do such a thing? The lust for fame, or the curiosity of the explorer? Was it the challenge to conquer nature? What a madness that thought in the face of limited human possibilities. Scott had drawn the short straw, because he believed that to get through with horses. Amundsen had set very clear on dog sled and ski. His background and experience he had here have been preferable.
I shared my hike in stages. First step: to exit Cranz. I had taken and I was now on the line to the first corner.
Long lines have the bad habit to appear infinite. My goal shifted to inch closer. The dark gray of the sky combined with the gray water of the Elbe to a faceless gang of free mass.
the snot out of my nose was flowing on my Schnurrdiburr, which I wore over his upper lip. Memories of childhood were awake when I called "snot" simply wegleckte. It went quite well. You saved it to take off the gloves and did not get any cold hands.
The second stage I left behind me and turned on the long, straight route to the entrance of Finkenwerder. What
had to have the old man lived in Russia! If he had not given up his rendezvous with Father Frost, as he had been lying in the snow, wounded by a Shrapnel in the wrist, I would not be here today.
He had told me that he then became more and more tired and was already on the freezing period of time was. It had already hurt him any more. But the will to survive had helped him to continue to trail, until he was with his comrades. In the action he had lost his hand. She had been too late to save and had to be amputated.
My worries had these thoughts really tiny. We were children of the economic miracle but compared to these people wimps.
Stapf, Stapf, Stapf. to count steps, was boring.
"Go," meditative, "said my inner voice. I was only a short time through, then the thoughts came back. Maybe it worked with a mantra.
"Om-go-go om, om-go" that lulls some extent. In order not to waste too much energy, I whispered it softly to me. So I had taken the third stage. The entrance to
Finkenwerder finished my meditation. So, my little one, now give me everything again. Why must these villages have been so damn long, long? Until the town there were a few kilometers.
The next association in my head Cold dealt with one of the blockbuster of the 60s television. The film consisted of several parts and dealt with the escape of a German soldier from the Russian captivity. The title "As far as who was the feet '. In each episode of this strip, the streets were empty as it swept in the World Cup. I tried to pass the time the action to recall what I managed but only less well.
had How happy the people of Finkenwerder who live on the main road, be it in those days. No noise, no smell of traffic. This street was otherwise so much frequented as the B73, one of the busiest roads in Germany. Quality of life here, I could not imagine, under normal circumstances. I wish the residents a lot of quiet days.
The center moved slowly but surely closer. In a few hundred Meters distance, I thought he saw a bunch of people. As I got closer, clot my desire, the father of this idea a reality. The people were waiting for a bus. Hopefully the 150 first came to Altona.
Those waiting were engrossed in conversation and laughed. Everyone had something to say, I saw friendly faces. On made me feel like I'm in a southern country.
went on the bus to it as well. What happened to the people? I have always been communicative on the bus. Sometimes I was looked at like an alien because I had to say something strangers. Especially the men reacted surprised and taciturn. Perhaps they asked themselves: "Is the gay"
? Now they all talked. And their faces were moving even. Otherwise, facial expressions and gestures were rare. Sometimes I had the impression that the passengers were suffering from peripheral facial paralysis. There were just petrified, sad faces of the people who suffered under the daily grind, but had apparently come to terms with it. Inanimate shells on the daily walk to Canossa, which lowered each day in an alienating activity. Buckelnd before the bosses. Agents for a happier world, where they will never participate. But they got this better world every day, served up on television.
The only one least likely way to escape the drudgery and also in the world of beauty rich to live and can, was the lottery ticket, which I always called the "proletarian straw." Springsteen sang softly in my head.
"Early in the morning, factory whistle blows,
one rises from bed and puts on his clothes ..."
Now that I saw the happy people, was aware that I could be so petrified and decided that this horrible rut to avoid as much as possible.
Altona train station. The tracks went. After some time I showed up at Easter Road from the ground and walked the final steps to Hell Kamp, that was the street where lived my future mother in law. I thanked some higher Power and pressed the doorbell. Rarely have I felt so happy to see my sweetheart and even my mother. Who can say the same.
Below I got full coverage: Hot soup, Rumgrog and a place to lie on the sofa, including a warming blanket. It flowed through me, a hot feeling of happiness that was to endure because of its intensity hardly. Was it beautiful. On television I watched
the full extent of the disaster. Villages were snowed, there were power outages and outside the cities, traffic was broken down in the north. I realized at the sight, how dependent we were on the transport and especially of electricity. Good thing I had the ovens in Cranz house on a low flame burning. We would probably have to stay here a little longer and would have had when returning a totally chilled out house.
The night began with a beautiful Abendfick in the parental bed. I registered it, why it was extremely advantageous to a large mirror in the bedroom to have.
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