Anarchy in a Cold War by Kurtis Sunday

Author:Kurtis Sunday [Sunday, Kurtis]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-06-13T22:00:00+00:00

Our Hero spends the first night in the eerily empty apartments alone, waking up shortly after dawn to the sound of police sirens. He doesn't get back to sleep again. Paranoia. Paranoia.

GeWoBag, the owners, turn up the next day. Herr Marx, when he saw Our Hero and Schreiner bringing the rubble out in an old tin bathtub, had gone straight to the office down the street and told them that their tenant, the Herr Irishman, was knocking their house down. A foreman and a clerk had come to see what is happening and inspect the alterations. When they asked him who did he think he was, Our Hero tells them the apartments are now 'officially' besetzt and if they didn't like that, it was their problem – and their fault for leaving the places empty. They leave saying that this is not the last he is going to hear from them. Herr Marx appears later and gives him a present of a bottle of Aldi champagne – saying he hopes there are no bad feelings.

The next few days are confusion, chaos, anarchy, things being done and undone. There's more rubble to be moved, walls plastered, broken window panes replaced, walls whitewashed, floors painted and electricity connected up. Beer, grass, coffee, tea and tobacco are consumed in unhealthy quantities. They even manage to transplant Horse's grass plants to the neglected excuse for a garden out the back.

Tina paints her room in a day, the walls white, the floorboards in a yellow-black chess board pattern. The following day, with the help of Schreiner, over a bottle of Intershop Gordon's Dry Gin and a carton of Aldi orange juice – of which Schreiner drinks more than the lion's share – they put in a high bed made from reused wood.

Horse begins sleeping there a few days later, on the couch in Our Hero's room at first. Each day brings more people to breakfast with it: Tina, Big Bruno. And the evening meals more again: Schreiner, Kalypso, Justine, others.

One morning at about two, Our Hero and Horse stagger back from Godot, shouting, thinking they are singing:

Deutschland, Deutschland alles ist vorbei!

Deutschland, Deutschland, all is forebye! [43]

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.