English – meinbaumhaträder // mytreehaswheels

Zurich

She put down the receiver. „I am afraid he has left already, but we bring it up to your room now,“ had the receptionist said. Before, she had asked them explicitly to let her know as soon as he arrived. She wanted to meet him and say thank you personally. It was a rare opportunity to meet like-minded people.

Holiday / In bed

In bed after the first day of their holidays, A. asked,“How many times does he sleep until he has to go to work again?“

„Eight times,“ replied L. without thinking. He smiled. „Why it is that you talk to me in the third person, you have to explain. But only after I have served your coffee in bed.

Leaving the room, he shrugged on the shirt from the night before. It was simple, white, beautiful.

Bells

It starts in the morning, I become aware that the bell rings three times, while I prepare my coffee in the kitchen, still half asleep. I wonder, why three times? Is it a quarter to seven? Don’t the bells start ringing from seven, or do they start early and I never noticed before? Maybe for those who need to get up earlier?

Lavazza

She swore, flinging the empty coffee tin into the corner. Without cigarettes or cookies she could survive, but without coffee?

Space in time

„Excuse me please, how can I get to the meadow? I can’t find my way.“ She is holding a crumpled piece of paper in her hand, and really looks a bit lost. No wonder, whoever ends up here must have gotten off the track, or at least forgotten that they were on their way elsewhere.

The plan is …

…. to translate my stories also to English. Thank you for a little patience.

Kendall’s journey

In her blue Morris, Kendall meandered through the Loire valley. Every now and then, she cried at the wheel. The Loire valley was Kendall’s rescue, it had something dignified and orderly. Order had always calmed her. When she cried or was gripped by her ego, which can also make you blind, it was a miracle that she didn’t end up in a ditch.

OTTO

Marji stood in front of the hotel, Gail had just waved to her and mouthed „see you later“, because she was on the phone again. Marji had at least an hour to herself. Just go.

The sofa

Damn. Cazzo! Was there a different way? Don’t think too much. She had decided to do it, so now she’d get on with it. Ha! After all, they had managed to get it upstairs, so it would go down again too. She flipped the sofa on its fabric-covered backside and let it slide down the stairs. It was much lighter than it looked.

Who does not build paradise, deserves none

What impressed me yesterday: the fingernails of Ms. Giersberg. So colourful, so clunky and so … impractical? They are of the extra-long kind, glued on, with green and purple stripes with glitter. While Ms. Giersberg is awkwardly gathering the coins from the counter and hands us our tickets, I wonder why I associate ‚female‘ with impracticality.

Before we know it, we are in the middle of the tour. Our guide takes us through an old zinc factory, where the stuff—that stuff I had seen advertised just this morning on the back of my toothpaste for its disinfectant qualities—was produced around 1860 at the cost of many lives. “Electrolysis,” my chemist had told me on the phone earlier.