[The following are represented at this point in the series of their origin, the fragments of the above-named novel. Initially, a pilot with a long end which asks for more.
signed the first author
The direct sound that was monotonously the track with the train and in a constant cycle created, August dark gradually, but contrary to regularly scheduled certainty his chosen target control. It was a sultry day early in February and the now lowering sun appeared in the sky, the cut only a few gray-blue clouds. August
darkness had decided there should now pause time university commitments for a longer period, and he was made a change in the air of urgency in order to gain a little variety and idleness, to visit some old friends. They were acquaintances from the city of his birth. From the provinces, which had held on a hillside near the resin. A place of gloom, the cold and discomfort, sterility and silence, the silence of nothingness. But the place of idyllic gardens, urban forests and ruins, which were the transfiguring detours and vanishing points of his world that, according stale noodles and smelled gas.
only concrete and gray backyards. Later bourgeois facade and bad theater. And again this ice cold.
He sat in a cabin of this mass, which was completely crowded around him and the ordinary. Soldiers, bankers with briefcases and their artificially tanned faces, which are considered always tried hard to fake and smile. Their health was unbelievable compared to the dull and sickly constitution August diametrically darkness. He always tended to a slight kind of high blood pressure and suffered a nervous excitement that made him feel his heart heavy and pounding. Always crept over him not to explanatory discomfort of his hospitable Ritscher system, which was accompanied by the appearance of nervousness and tension.
a nasty mixture of the scents rose in August dark nose, and he felt the nausea rise in itself, associated with a suddenly falling on his fatigue. He had long been sleeping properly. There was a smell of greasy food, after the poor, or abused in excess perfume, after alcoholic fermentation, and - this was the worst -: according to people! August pulled the collar of his dark upper part of the nose and breathed in the hot, stifling air of his own. After a while he lifted his mask and pulled by the deep Nose a pinch of impregnated of impurity air time because when you breathe long enough for more carbon dioxide than oxygen satisfied, an also the worst air, hid half of the face, back under the fabric and crouched in a curved attitude in the last possible corner of his seat . He had to start the trip in vain attempts to open the window. Previously, he was able to remember days of youth, he had always held his head in the wind and always feared that he could smash the next pole. Now everything was sterile and safe, air-conditioned. But the stench!
nothing he would rather have been than to light a cigarette and in the blue and white Mist to protect it from what surrounded him so disgusted. But smoking is now banned once. Even so, an unkindness of this morality priest. Eventually, if they have repaid all emergencies and fires of human civilization from the commonplace, August dark thought to himself, the wicked one of the consequences become visible: a castrated world, full of stupid and trumped Health Degenerenz. It creates so as not even the bad weather. Smoking is still man's best part ... But suddenly he was all red at the thought and he enforced his inner silence.
He noticed the gradual slope of the mountain. It was hilly. The well-known and well-kept vineyards emerged, with the well-ordered rows and their hard-working growers. August Dunkel liked the wine. Later, he always said when I reached the dignity of age, I will also call such a property I own. But with his will, it was not very good. He did much wanted everything and more and more.
He was a master of imaginative planning and implementation of events, that awaited execution making him an urgent reason to get the Remote to himself and himself alone, to face in his case-to-be's fears of reality; the fears and big disappointments, the growing disgust and anger. Already painted from early childhood to he is the finest and most daring stories, which he in his head to developed to a point where they broke off in the collapsed, fell back to the point of her statement, the unfinished-altitude flight, which resolves the world, just before the last and serious step taken incurable. There, the impossibilities, the uselessness and the eternal sadness. But where is the soul, the inner cohesion of this alternative world, the external correlation? It is not easy ... those were his words.
second
The train stopped in Naumburg and stayed there for so long that August the dark time of waiting to, used to smoke a cigarette or other. Because of the did maintenance work on a number of trains it for a while to enormous delays, was not more August dark angry. Even he could not understand why those pesky, persistent fault-finder, who surrounded him, just could not accept the situation as it was, and is busy with things that had less to do with half-knowledge and proletarian ignorance. Because traveling is such that most do not care. Anyone who takes offense at this because even tasteless furnishings of the cabins, more reminiscent of a cattle transport, as a means of transport for civilized and witty man. Everywhere and hard plastic seats, where you every few seconds, the position of his Buttocks must change and not bad it just does standing room near the toilets convenient to take advantage.
Just as soon as today, travels as fast as the class and style of our travel. So fast, you see nothing of the two.
Such thoughts go dark after August, while he - standing in front of the station - escape smoke in jerky movements of his lips in the sultry, but still moist-cold late afternoon air. He looked through the bustle of the place and into a deep uncertainty angeschauert dreaming of a strong emotional labor. The ice is near, he thought, and I like me in my solitude to please know, here in the meantime, in a strange land, without binding. And things are quiet in the twilight of the night ... confidence and hope it flowed through disgust, but also with appealing tendon, and he could not help but to gradually rid of the barriers and all difficulties. The resistance was broken, wanted to get involved in something that took place in the abyss of his nature on the galley slaves of passion are eternal rudder work. He was light and yet he freely breathed and felt the world between them.
But then he saw her again: the eternal fear, guilt and remorse. The breath he hesitated, as if you poured over with a splash of cold water. The eyes began to flicker, just dying candle, and his heart would break free from its bony limitation. A fraud had attacked him and he threw the cigarette, which he blames on the floor and turned abruptly away from this brutal spectacle, from whom he had seduced and made haste to reach the train. Everything had just rested ever so evenly and arranged in the twilight was without notice in all its forms. Everything went in confused lines past him. He felt pressured from all sides, demanded and injured, and even cheated ...
third
When he was back in the wagon and its Hispanic Attack with half a bottle of ice cold water, for which the had even against his habit by the staff of the board Bistros ice can give, was reprimanded, he took his bag and rolling suitcase and left the cabin of the stench in hopes a smaller and empty equivalent to . see If not, thought August dark, I stay in the corridor are. And if I have any peace is to be full, so I will at least stand in the way the passer. But so far it had not come to the happiness of August darkness. He found, after a short walk through the hallways a completely empty compartment. Looking around to both sides if none of the underprivileged was watching him, he entered it, and hastily closed but very quiet behind the sliding door could be, ripped the curtains, which have seen for ages and had no washing machine from its smell and Habtik one would tell the story of the train, before the windows and quickly opened the window, which luckily still here from passenger could be self-operating. He dared to keep his head very neatly out of the open shed, while he clung with both hands on the frame, always struggling with the sudden feeling of instability, awaiting the tug, the ankitzelte him from below anzuckerte, with lovely Ammenstimme knew to call for him. A fear and a longing, the haunted houses, the breaking up only allowed to the point of focus and our tolerable August held in darkness.
The wind was dancing the well-tailored dark pony and August had to squint my eyes and felt when you breathe in the air fast almost overwhelmed. The feeling when pressing the air mass in his lung, was like the cold water on his face. A halt of breath, a tightening of the windpipe ... a thrill, a scare. And yet turned in after passing the cleaning a tolerable state of freshness and forced Munter-being. Still intoxicated by the sight of game, it was exactly this hope August darkness that moved him to indulge in another danger. He closed now quite the eyes and breathed deep shock of hissing air and off. Memories with a child's emotions went through him and he learned from them drive was again light, careless.
4th
With a strong jolt went to the door of the cabin, without notice, as if the wind of the August darkness head she would have bathed torn. Surprised opened August dark eyes, squinting, turning his head toward the nerve, which took place there. As a result of this movement, he pushed himself on top of the framing of the face - just one place above the right eye - which put him even more furious. He covered his hand with the point settled in the hard casing to fall and followed fully questioning outrage with the other eye on the play that ensued now ...
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