Inspiriert und begeistert von Florian Meimberg, habe ich mich auch mal an eine Mikro-Story gewagt. Viel Spaß:
Nach Monaten auf See setzte er endlich Fuß auf den neuen Kontinent, am Ende der Welt! "Die neuen Häftlinge in die Miene!" Rief ein Wärter
Sonntag, 30. Mai 2010
Mittwoch, 23. Dezember 2009
A fair Punishment
“’Not Guilty’ a plea, a pledge, but what is it worth? What does it mean now? ‘Not guilty’ and again ‘Not guilty’”, it was hammering in my head. I woke up. “I always obeyed the law, always paid my taxes. But now; what for? Now I am here hoping I will be luckier than my companion. At least now I get two servings a day, but still it is not a great diet. I have not seen the sun for weeks now. I lost count; still we should arrive everyday now, hopefully”. I guessed it was already morning, but down on the lower levels of the ship it was dark all the time, so I fell back to sleep. “’Not Guilty’” ….
“The next day or just the same evening?” I could not tell. Suddenly there was mumbling and the atmosphere was tense but at the same time happy. Time was like syrup. It felt like hours and hours but it were probably just a couple minutes before it became certainty. A few guards came down and said the words we were hoping to hear for over six weeks now. Six weeks in darkness, six weeks imprisoned, six weeks with under horrible health conditions. “The bay is in sight. You will have a couple of hours on land unloading the first goods for the settlers. Afterwards you come back to sleep in your quarters.” “’Quarter’ what irony for the little holes we had for ourselves.” I thought. But all this was not important, our minds were focused and joyful to get off the ship, finally.
So it was done. We set foot on land again. It was raining; nevertheless the brightness alone was enough to raise our moods. In the bay we landed on a little village had already been built. The surrounding was pretty usual a small beach line followed by fields, the village and in the distance very dark forests. Probably 25 families were already living here. They seemed to be quite happy we arrived; nevertheless I was pretty sure it was not because of us, but because of the goods we had on board. We started our task: Unpack and deliver the ship. When it got dark we were forced to go back to the ship. It felt like a punishment, after these hours of paradise to be forced back into our ‘quarters’. Sleeping in there was burning in purgatory, the guards were Satan the Decker was Hell itself.
The next days had routine. We “criminals” started did the “dirty”, heavy works. After some days we already had built our own houses. The free settlers started to notice that we were no criminal criminals. So with time a real community started to develop. The sheriff, the only armed person in town, kept an eye on us, but barley anything happened. The most serious problem he had to fight was the humbug of devil black creatures living around us in the forest and planning to attack us which afraid a lot of the small headed.
Since a Pub was opened the nights more often got longer so it happened on this day, the last day before the symbol of our imprisonment the Decker would leave the harbor. Very late at night I finally got into my house. Quite drunk I fell asleep.
Suddenly it was loud. I jumped out my bed. Something was wrong. I heard people shouting it sounded more horrible than the cries one can hear in prison when they torture you. I ran outside. People were rushing by, I looked to the left. I saw two houses on fire and in the distance I was able to see the mast of our ship, it was on fire, in this moment the mast collapsed. This horrible and frightening scene still rolled up some joy in me. My prison, the one place I connected so much with my penalty for a crime I did not even commit, just broke apart it was destroyed, forever. It happened in just a few seconds, but to me it seemed as if time was moving forward in slow motion. Than I looked to the right, I saw a woman with two children trying to escape the flames. I heard some single words I guess she just lost her husband. Still not able to identify the situation I was in, I ran towards her, I grab her little child probably some 3, 4 years old. I helped her up, we started running. Just run outside the village, just keep on running.
My heart was pumping. It was hot; we were running down some streets, houses were burning to the left, then to the right of us. Finally I saw the reason for all this hectic on a little hill just above the gable of a burning house. There they where black men, but with their evil looking eyes and the grim looks on their faces they did not seem human anymore. Creatures, that’s what they were evil beasts, the ones the rumors were all about. Half naked, but armed they stood there at least four dozens of these wild ones. They were just standing there looking down on us. It was a creepy and horrifying moment. At this moment I realized, I stopped running. When I glimpsed to the sides I saw that the other were not moving anymore, also. We all just stood there looking up the hill. Then the beasts formed a row took their bows ignited some arrows and hundreds of burning arrows rained upon us. My eyes got dark. A light appeared in front of my inner eye, it morphed into a scene of my old life in the United Kingdom from somewhere way out came my own voice echoing: “Not Guilty”
FIN
“The next day or just the same evening?” I could not tell. Suddenly there was mumbling and the atmosphere was tense but at the same time happy. Time was like syrup. It felt like hours and hours but it were probably just a couple minutes before it became certainty. A few guards came down and said the words we were hoping to hear for over six weeks now. Six weeks in darkness, six weeks imprisoned, six weeks with under horrible health conditions. “The bay is in sight. You will have a couple of hours on land unloading the first goods for the settlers. Afterwards you come back to sleep in your quarters.” “’Quarter’ what irony for the little holes we had for ourselves.” I thought. But all this was not important, our minds were focused and joyful to get off the ship, finally.
So it was done. We set foot on land again. It was raining; nevertheless the brightness alone was enough to raise our moods. In the bay we landed on a little village had already been built. The surrounding was pretty usual a small beach line followed by fields, the village and in the distance very dark forests. Probably 25 families were already living here. They seemed to be quite happy we arrived; nevertheless I was pretty sure it was not because of us, but because of the goods we had on board. We started our task: Unpack and deliver the ship. When it got dark we were forced to go back to the ship. It felt like a punishment, after these hours of paradise to be forced back into our ‘quarters’. Sleeping in there was burning in purgatory, the guards were Satan the Decker was Hell itself.
The next days had routine. We “criminals” started did the “dirty”, heavy works. After some days we already had built our own houses. The free settlers started to notice that we were no criminal criminals. So with time a real community started to develop. The sheriff, the only armed person in town, kept an eye on us, but barley anything happened. The most serious problem he had to fight was the humbug of devil black creatures living around us in the forest and planning to attack us which afraid a lot of the small headed.
Since a Pub was opened the nights more often got longer so it happened on this day, the last day before the symbol of our imprisonment the Decker would leave the harbor. Very late at night I finally got into my house. Quite drunk I fell asleep.
Suddenly it was loud. I jumped out my bed. Something was wrong. I heard people shouting it sounded more horrible than the cries one can hear in prison when they torture you. I ran outside. People were rushing by, I looked to the left. I saw two houses on fire and in the distance I was able to see the mast of our ship, it was on fire, in this moment the mast collapsed. This horrible and frightening scene still rolled up some joy in me. My prison, the one place I connected so much with my penalty for a crime I did not even commit, just broke apart it was destroyed, forever. It happened in just a few seconds, but to me it seemed as if time was moving forward in slow motion. Than I looked to the right, I saw a woman with two children trying to escape the flames. I heard some single words I guess she just lost her husband. Still not able to identify the situation I was in, I ran towards her, I grab her little child probably some 3, 4 years old. I helped her up, we started running. Just run outside the village, just keep on running.
My heart was pumping. It was hot; we were running down some streets, houses were burning to the left, then to the right of us. Finally I saw the reason for all this hectic on a little hill just above the gable of a burning house. There they where black men, but with their evil looking eyes and the grim looks on their faces they did not seem human anymore. Creatures, that’s what they were evil beasts, the ones the rumors were all about. Half naked, but armed they stood there at least four dozens of these wild ones. They were just standing there looking down on us. It was a creepy and horrifying moment. At this moment I realized, I stopped running. When I glimpsed to the sides I saw that the other were not moving anymore, also. We all just stood there looking up the hill. Then the beasts formed a row took their bows ignited some arrows and hundreds of burning arrows rained upon us. My eyes got dark. A light appeared in front of my inner eye, it morphed into a scene of my old life in the United Kingdom from somewhere way out came my own voice echoing: “Not Guilty”
FIN
Sonntag, 20. Dezember 2009
US-Gesundheitsreform
Warum berichten die deutschen Nachrichten (Tagesschau [20.12.2009 20:00]) über die US-Gesundheitsreform? Sowas ist doch für den alltags Deutschen egal. Wenn andere Länder solche Reformen (selbst Großmächte wie Russland oder China) durchführen, würde dies nie als Headliner gesendet - zu Recht.
Natürlich ist es richtig, dass dieses Ereignis in den Nachrichten Erwähnung finden muss, allein da es einen massiven Eingriff in das kapitalistische laissez-faire System der USA dar stellt. Es mag auch stimmen, dass es ein wichtiger Triumpf für Päsident Obama sein mag.
Dennoch ist es übertreiben wieviel Aufmerksamkeit den USA medial gewidmet wird. Selbst aus EU Ländern (bes. ehem. Ostblock Länder) erfährt man weniger, dafür sind sie für uns (z.B. Beim Export) viel wichtiger. Das Inkraftreten des Gesetes mag noch wichtig sein, aber der gnaze Konflikt um dieses Projekt (, welches vom Repäsntantenhaus schon sher strak von der Vorlage abgewandelt wurde und nun wircklich ein Bürokratisches Monster zu werdne scheint, ) hätten die deutschen Medien schlciht weg nicht an die große Glocke hängen sollen. Sondern sich auf mehr auf investigativen Journalismus konzentreiern sollen.
Natürlich ist es richtig, dass dieses Ereignis in den Nachrichten Erwähnung finden muss, allein da es einen massiven Eingriff in das kapitalistische laissez-faire System der USA dar stellt. Es mag auch stimmen, dass es ein wichtiger Triumpf für Päsident Obama sein mag.
Dennoch ist es übertreiben wieviel Aufmerksamkeit den USA medial gewidmet wird. Selbst aus EU Ländern (bes. ehem. Ostblock Länder) erfährt man weniger, dafür sind sie für uns (z.B. Beim Export) viel wichtiger. Das Inkraftreten des Gesetes mag noch wichtig sein, aber der gnaze Konflikt um dieses Projekt (, welches vom Repäsntantenhaus schon sher strak von der Vorlage abgewandelt wurde und nun wircklich ein Bürokratisches Monster zu werdne scheint, ) hätten die deutschen Medien schlciht weg nicht an die große Glocke hängen sollen. Sondern sich auf mehr auf investigativen Journalismus konzentreiern sollen.
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