poems and prose by members of the author's circle Regina Lindemann
only witness You can call me Daisy, or maybe even Violet. My name is playing with what I have to testify, no role. I play only a minor role and even this is over. My last act is to feel in how the bloody body under me with each passing hour is getting colder and colder. However, the name of the body is not important, I do not know him einmal.Es are the events that are important here, not figures or names. My family room is a room behind the warehouse of a shopping market. From here, I could see it coming, but what would have been counted I do, however sollen.Alles already started with the fact that in Discussions were held this room. Individual interviews, private conversations, in which it went about that in this room too many people and went out. To excessive staffing was discussed and the costs and benefits. It bored me, because it kept repeating the same conversation - and what I have to say words like "cost" and "benefit". It was so long, until the last person "confidential" knew that not all of them here in the next year wären.Sie did not speak to each other about it not, of course. But everyone thought he was at an advantage because he knew more than the others. It was not until plans were made and planted. After the first go had, searched their pockets every spurious goods carefully before he took them. Soon they began to argue about who drank the most coffee and who jointly paid more milk and who hineintat more sugar. The lockers were closed not only carefully, but also with hair, scraps of paper, rubber bands prepared to see if someone opened it in secret. Earlier in this room full of warmth and trust talks were held. I learned a lot about the love of the people, their children, their worries and hopes. Now they faced only explained how she would have liked. All life seemed to be perfect and as cool as the glass in front of me in the dead of winter. No one had more problems, but everyone was excited and misstrauisch.In this situation the body which now lies dead under me and whose name I never did. "Spy" it hissed again and again and so they thought it. The body arrived at the wrong time "to a sinister place, in the old days they would not be as recorded worden.Es only has a few hours ago, they came in, just as dark closing time operations, as had previously no one want to do, executed were . She was too inexperienced to recognize the danger, the offender does not callous enough to notice. Fear was in the area sprayed in the air, fear and - innocence. The body was so in good faith, felt nothing, turned to the coffee machine and had no one to the other two were long for certainty of the danger. The bold - or maybe the panic - the two grabbed me with my pot, lifted me up, up over her head, I still feel the breeze on the edges of my leaves. They lifted me, me, use my pot, my pot of the foul ornament on the front, the blurred flower that no one liked my pot broke on the head of Leibes.Hier we are now both. It's dark and quiet. The shop is closed, the three were the last in the evening. The body cools below me, my roots are exposed and can feel nothing is tun.Mir only testify to what happened.
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Exposé
the new book by Rosemarie
light "traces of happiness, death and faith" are
theme of the texts dealing with the happiness, death and faith. In short stories and experiences of Lena Jörg be described, the main characters. They are a pair of mid-forties, a teacher and lecturer. They live in a Westphalian city. Descriptions are given of everyday experiences, travels and thoughts and feelings. Travel to Greece, England, Turkey, Barcelona and Nicaragua. Experiences in love and in school. Feelings and thoughts to war, the neo-fascism to the religions. To the Pope, to hunger and poverty, natural disasters. To nature. A kaleidoscope of life in our day. In the triangle luck, death and faith to move the characters and their feelings.
Excerpt: Greece
The door of the chapel was wide open. Lena went inside. Many of the passers-by shopping street of Athens came in here. Sat in the pews and prayed. Donated a candle. Lena sat down quietly on a bench. It was very quiet. The street noise subsided in the background. Thus, a natural piety, she thought. There is in Germany unlikely. Too bad that can not see Jörg. He had stayed in the hotel. They had fun days behind. You once wanted to do New Year's Eve special. Were on an advertisement in a newspaper in Greece Sylvester "flew to Athens. Then the bus went over land to the Peloponnese to a small town. As the only tourists in a packed bus, even the ride was an experience. The resort was beautiful, blooming roses, orange trees, the sea within easy reach. They were housed in a bungalow on the site. But they were almost the only guests. Kostas said, was on display no one else came. They would have to call again. Sylvester he apologized that he had to his sick father. Two young people who lived in another cottage wanted to on the day after Athens friends. Lena Sun and Jorg were in the New Year's Eve all alone, had made a long walk by the sea. rockets at midnight it was not just a red flare in the distance.
day while it was mild, but at night it was still cool. The bungalow was not heated. Because they are too cold and because it was not the company had expected, they were a few days ahead of schedule left. To Athens. On the last evening there was still a joint meeting. Kostas she invited others in a bungalow. Greek guests were there. one was very good piano play and played them against something. Until after midnight, they had sat together.
In Athens they were billeted in a hotel located right in the center. First, they explored the city thoroughly. Acropolis, other excavations, the streets around Syntagma Square. Long they stayed in the Archaeological Museum. They two would take a bus to a temple. Lena stood up and left the chapel. She donated another candle. For five years, just before her 40th Birthday, she had regained access to the faith. A deep crisis, they had lived through that time, both professionally and personally. By Jörg. There was still one of its military issues, the Church. Lena was a member of the Protestant Church, was out of Jörg Church resigned. He also did not come to church with, at most for Christmas. For Lena, he was a pantheist,
