We need again the "fabulierenden storytelling".
The sometimes sweeping clarity, continuation of the image in my head.
Especially for our children, but not only.
Certainly also a certain loquacity of the type that always keeps its thread to add all the side stories to the whole white.
Can only an old, but still spry little woman, the wedge of apple in the bowl in her lap, Schälmesserchen in the nodular rights over their blue and white apron, back the slightly thinning hair in the frost on the wooden bench at the raw tables that only an earthen jug water sheet, carving for carving, the cheerful Klaus and his cheeky cousin, those süßmosts, the peasant bread not gently, tell a story about the other strange story, of how it was when dragons and dragon-slayer and wondrous monster still in this world of real heroes were defeated, and not only in thought before any screens where as Grandma has long since mitgekriegt nor the lummeligste hero all the time again gets a new meaningless life, while in the Time of real heroes with real forged from real Meisterschmeiden swords only the noblest of noble warriors by a special dispensation - and rarest! - Again escaped, they exercise, strength, skill, alertness, caution, speed and lists are not allowed, alswelcherhülfs a dragon that already Piedmont, Lombardy half, had themselves devastated parts of Veneto, to defeat, at best, perhaps, or that the hero, seriously injured, the worm, this hopefully hit todsiechmachend, once it comes to heal his wounds, he returned, having covered the vague stab him then to properly perform perhaps for the last time, this together with the worm on the dusty exits the cave at a hot August afternoon in his blood prostrate sinking ... -? -. (read more ...)
