News from Hammelburg

After Constantine had recovered the beer in his Zigarettchen and his song, the feeling durchströmete him to be back to his usual self, he roamed, it was only shortly before noon, a little by Hamburg, ate a bite, grabbed his Gezeugs in the board, made up by cashed his check, the main train station, besahe the board sparked a ticket conditions Leipzig, because allda total among the Saxons, he had to do very little.

In the course he wrote a letter Maike yet.

Who knows, maybe she forgave him sometime.

He was there also just slipped, it had never meant any harm.

After all, good Zehrgeld was popped from the Zerzeugshaus of saliva at the end.

And something meaningful due decomposition was also successful. Let's see what would bring the next track. For the first time, it was a Friday, Constantine was strained to the next issue.

After a little nap even arrived safely in Leipzig, he asked himself a simple neighborhood, not too far from the city, for he thought tonight might once again really a draufzumachen. Good drink and breathe well clear.

And, especially, once eat smart. Hamburg had emaciated him.

And, lo and behold, a restaurant found himself offered the traditional German roast goose with homemade dumplings and red cabbage. He loved to read. Vornab the vegetable soup, to finish with vanilla ice Brombeerrumtopf, and a Courvoisier and go at first a white man from the Unstrut, afterwards a red chair by the emperor. In short, he again felt like a real man.

The comparatively unpretentious manner of Leipzig had noticed him. Also, the recovery against Hamburg. Although not far from Hamburg and not so unhamburgerisch nor Gitte haunted by his senses ...

"No, until you anzettelst in Leiptsch dirty jokes, you're going to recover first two or three days. Hamburg was hard. This will only be digested. "

He shuffled his meal a few hours through the city until the Nachdurst still took him to an inn, allwo of wine not cheap, but well.

Dorten, it was now past midnight, it was gesittetermaßen manufactures high. Not a little loose women threw to Konstantin encouraging looks.

So finally it was also found at his table, he asked the whence and the Wohins.

Constantine, but very resolved whether the course of the day, were a few sayings at the best, showed his erquicklichsten page.

Berthold, the most interesting and obviously Trinkfesteste on the board, he finally gave by his kidnapped wife, nor his card, Constantine would like to get in touch with him, he wofern interest in pässlichen activity or even one so have fun Saturday evenings.

Konstantin thanked manner, there was a departure, and Constantine was now but after Bette and slumber.

But on the way home he besahe still the card: "Berthold Rüb - Central Theater Leipzig - Director".

"Mein lieber Schwan", Konstantin thought, "the invitation I will certainly not let pass."

And so he went happily to bed.

Although Constantine drove seemingly yet to saliva, but in reality he crawled.

To make a good face on the games presented there, now for weeks that made him tame.

He saw and heard the whole book rod Tight blow from Reuters and other agencies dizziness came in, as in a Billigstwurstfabrik only gröbst processed the customers with great fanfare in the Schlünder was stuffed.

He was ashamed to be another cog in this Lugsgetriebe that it not occurred a right, clever antics, let alone succeeded.

He felt erhamburgert on the übelstdenkbare way. The chatter of Tippsen and even worse, the editor, who in any case were called so, not even to surpass in perceived self-importance and arrogance of baboons, took his last nerve.

Even worse, the editors. All of them are either gay or hinterschleimerte, fraudulent coordinators and nasty loafer. Dante would, he thought to himself, here about hells can still learn something.

Honesty and decency were two completely unknown foreign words here. A single corrupt propaganda machine. A Poporogandamaschine.

Given the piercing glances Maikes. He felt sick as a dog.

That with the channeling he schmank off. There had to be some reasonable escalation, at least one edge thrown out.

So he decided abruptly to go to the editor to leave there unfugshalber simply on his good old instincts, no matter how then the output.

Finally he was admitted. Dr. Worpswede seemed quite calm, a slight cynical smile played around his lips.

"Well, Mr. Eulenspiegel, what do I owe the honor?" Asked the pelmet.

"You should make me a department head," replied Constantine without hesitation.

Worpswede only looked a little surprised, then began to cackle alswie suddenly an old, mangy guinea fowl.

"What, häha, what should I do? Are not you out of your mind? "

"Well, I say it sometimes quite directly. Just so you do not have a chance to save your ass, sir, boss, "Konstantin sat unmoved by.

"You have probably from not only one wheel, Eulenspiegel, immediately leave my office, get your papers," countered the other left apparently, "and do it fast, or I call security."

"Well," said Konstantin really left, "everyone has opportunities in life, some of them missed. I wish you a nice day, sir. Good wishes you will still need. Demeanor at ease. "And wall to the door.

Justament by Constantine's hand was close to the jack, it rang out from behind: "Stop! Stay a moment! "

Constantine turned around as though very astonished and said, frowning: "What I should give you yet, I think I'm fired? Why should I not tell you? "

Worpswede cooked. But he pulled himself together. "Sit down. Sit down. "

Konstantin hesitated a moment, then sat up but, struck the right leg over the left, otherwise very relaxed.

"You talk!"

Konstantin smiled. "What for? I'm fired. "

"SPEECHES you !!!," thundered the doctor.

"All right. Then severance. Paper ago, signature, or I go, "said Konstantin so cool as quietly.

"And that, too, is clear: I will not name names."

"Who is behind it?" Külchte Worpswede.

"I told you that I will help you only informative but not name names. It remains. Where is the settlement agreement? "

Now Profi the doctor was again. It was serious.

"How much do you want?"

Constantine would have liked executed properly arrived, but thought better of it.

"Twenty thousand. Although this is a steal, but I want to get out of this pouf. Without taking further damage. I'll be back in fifteen minutes. If the wiper is on the table, I unpack. Otherwise, I wish you much happiness. "

Got up and left Worpswede office.

Fifteen minutes later, the wiper was on the table, the doctor had his tie loosened slightly and obviously eingegeust a good double brandy.

"So, now, plain text!" He barked, by Konstantin pocketed the settlement agreement.

"It runs a conspiracy against you," he said dryly.

"It is rumored, be crazy, yes possessed."

"What?"

"People tell themselves, and many believe that, you were channeling both Hefttitel- and topic selection. They believed in a discarnate entity named Karb from which you could dictate unconditionally. Therefore, the decline in sales, with subscriptions as at the kiosk. The boss was not quite hiesig, no journalistic reason got more to his ear. "

"How many are there?"

"I do not know, it does not speak so openly. I have no idea where the rumor stirred. But it comes around, that's for sure. "

Worpswede mused a while.

"And if you stay, help me against the mob, how about that, Mr. Eulenspiegel?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Konstantin said after a short pause, unmoved, "since you must already own through. Who breeds themselves astray, who then stop at some point which. "

Shaking his head, he got up, went to the door before the other knew nor to put something over on his seat, grabbed his pack fast at the door, out into the fresh air.

He got on a snack Jeverchen, sat down on the bench at the Alster lake, since it all started, took a deep train, turned a whistled a tune first.

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Constantine was sore the bottom of his heart. He knew that this was quite gone wrong with Maike, and he knew that he would not stand it when saliva very long time before that he does not provide adequate lesson.

In sleep he sat on once at a conference table, and everyone was talking at him as Lord Chief Editor, and he knew not what he had done wrong, yet his real name, nor what to say, when it comes to his proposed fundamental Redaktionsumbildung and strategic realignment of the publisher went. Maike brought coffee all the time. Almost all drank coffee with milk. A beer would notgetan. Nowhere a beer. Now Constantine noticed also that you had to have fed him a very sneaky intoxicants, probably with this filth apricot juice. What's this? - Shot him through the head. A damn dirty mix is. "You can all me ... uh ... you ...!" Konstantin yelled in his sleep, so that he awoke.

The beer was there, it was half past three, and it ran cool even delicious his throat hinunt. (more ...)

Now that we therefore had to specifically follow up on on Constantine's request, as the secretary of the magazine The saliva, Maike, settled with him, because he still recently shared one night the bed with her, it is also time to talk about his interim efforts .

Konstantin is actually a volunteer at the saliva. For four weeks. It was not easy. He had, Deibel but also, once again is erquatschen an interview to the Old watts, about all kinds of jokes. Constantine had no idea with which qualification he wanted to show off. He was then but between all the pompous adversity that he is, if he did not say that, to a certain extent at the same time as a kind of court jester and girls from the service, which can not only talk, but even also writes, yes, probably the latter is not yet good enough, why he wanted so learn it here at such a holy place better, could apply.

The thing was scratched quickly. He got a 25-hour contract with modest pay, which he former just right, finally Constantine has always something to do, and went to work.

The only table in the canteen - where he's going good, although the food was pretty standard - at which he sat still, the mood among new colleagues loosen up a bit, that is, to sit at the Maike always cares. She looks at him with eyes of ice. Alas, a colleague, even his superior, asking him stupid maybe with the plastic tray still unattached, at "their" table. Konstantin is taken and prepared for the worst.

Meanwhile, of course, he knows all Editorial rumors, jealousies, the jargon, the sensitivities of working, the learner, the sensationalism, the whole vanity fair. Sometimes Maike to not only icy, but even grim look.

After Constantine with small messenger services, coffee fetching and little research, sometimes also deals a text review, word got around quickly that Constantine can provide both orally over a fine feeling for the language, but very accurate, yes knew himself to proofread soulful, so that happened, what was inevitable, namely, that not only secretaries, but even seasoned editors increasingly started to like him. The situation is precarious as ever. If Maike bursts, it's all over.

It goes to a lunch break. Constantine knows he like as if compelled must reach May's table before the disaster steuermannslos simply takes its course. He must but do so skillfully that he surprisingly exactly meets their sense of humor, or so that it Deibel but also alswie not planned for her looks, she is in any case its not sufficiently certain.

A colleague always sitting with her at the table, and he makes her powerful advances. A higher animal in the economics department. If I ansandele the so next time he invites me to the table, rotating by Maike. It can not go. I need a fine list. If I'm sitting at the next table that no longer falls on a long time, I have at any time as a matter of course. I can not speak to himself excluded. He must speak to me, I reply as he asks them what they think of it, maybe a total of this odd new bird? - Yes, that's it, so it belongs made.

So, I find out on what he particularly sensitive in his Wirtschaftsdöns, tear at the right time a few obscenities to so that it either runs or soherum he like so insistently asks me to his table that I can not say no, or this is at least prepared quite unsuspicious. Perhaps we should reject the invitation once even under a pretext, to only in the most innocent re-invitation, of necessity, so to say. Oh man. The night was beautiful, but now cost's.

Constantine was, in spite of the achievements, both to Maike not yet fully on the mound, as he also did not know which string is just to play the saliva. But already it was him an idea through his head. When he brought Maike to reason, so ...

He had to use a trick of seduction. While the ladies over, although friendly and would be binding, but clearly reluctant. That he was not from the other side, he had made it clear, so that of male side dräuten no sexual entanglements. He must have heard something, no, maybe better, two things that he himself does not really believe what he is but wonders why, given that so many not together passe, which then quite soon debunked by himself as a forgery, the other for but even more than ever presented sound, resulting eventually, well, lead to something, perhaps even a great opportunity will arise.

And the mystery of his person should do the rest, as he was careful not to leave them too much to put or move into the center to reinforce the puzzle in its effect.

He would have to reinforce the puzzle until he exactly the right time with enigmatic message or simply disappear so. So, as a Konstantin disappears, namely very quickly and without a trace as announced.

Yes, a mystery Constantine was still that which puzzles or he should use.

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Constantine called me quite angry from Hamburg and said that if I anfütterte the reader already with his amorous adventures accidental, this could not therefore on tenterhooks as I did that at the close of the last chapter, as I announced, by the confessional and Wutszene with Maike, the morning after the night of love, only to report when he was with Hamburg "by".

Konstantin rarely speaks to me in my chronicle in, and when he does, he has his reasons, I called not to question, unless I saw his request as so serious that I would advise him against it as a friend.

So it came to pass, that Maike and Konstantin sat at the breakfast table and Konstantin clear was that while he would like to stand as quite a rascal, come upon a bad storm about him, however, he could not help the effect of telling the truth, he with what intention come into the Old watts, namely those of the Hamburg Journaille, especially those of the saliva to put on the fur, thus far, in order flatten what was but now done almost as inevitably in all those sultry layers Tristesse at that place, yes, he had soon only interested in them, with each beer more, and vice versa, there have also shone: In short, he had the night not spent with her because she's secretary was the saliva, but to a certain extent, anyway, his original intention sacrificing what he but do not regret, only that he had not told her yesterday evening, he was on the way on which mission. But he had feared ...

Full North German Maike his whole sermon heard in quiet, only her pretty little Nasenflügelchen trembled a little in the meantime.

When Constantine had finished, she calmly took their lukewarm giant cup of milky coffee, stood up, as if to order in thought somewhere, and pour very slowly the whole broth Konstantin ran through cap and jerkin.

"You do have a sparge? At home I have right now a pitchfork on hand or at least a bullwhip: I Dengle your Intrigante skull but also happy with it after Dithmarsch old custom, "she said calmly and took a cast-iron skillet from the wall hook. (more ...)

Konstantin woke up quite early, addressed to some extent, made at the front desk computer for a few second hand shops from, went through Hamburg identifying appropriate wardrobe for one who wishes to be suitable in the merchant city for high, low, and normal stacking.

The first store, Connie's slug, was of rather too geckenhaftem range; but he found there after some browsing after all, an inexpensive Scots scarf, alswie a pair of purple patent leather shoes, which he indeed did not know what they should suck, but told him an inner voice that could get him still in useful in his undertakings.

Afterwards, the Hanse-Best-Price-Pops, allwo one of those incomparable beauty blond Hamburg, about his semester, service did, that he hardly knew how to condition on the trouser and jacket search alone, befell's him as follows.

"I Daaf döhm Lord helföhn?" She finally asked him kindly in wunderschönstem, bright, northern German chant in black ankle boots, knee-length lime green skirt and glossy dark blue satin blouse, so that Constantine saw how beautiful buds thrive not just in sunny Breisgau to bloom, but also among the most nieselregnerischen heavens.

"Uh," Konstantin said - he hated it, a set to begin so - "wofern me heal woman boss here, certainly adept to advise a small business man to appropriate Behosung and Bejackung, it would be my gratitude and prompt like pay reasonable dress allergernst certainly. "

Constantine was immediately clear that he had exaggerated significantly with its inflated chatter, expecting a juicy Riposte, but the Hamburg clerk, where a Münchnerin would have watched two seconds puzzled, perhaps hingegrummelt do something Unprofessional right to let himself, except for a brief but very neat acting extremely fine frown, say nothing, the patient looked at the type and size calm and said:. "If the Lord wants to sit down for a moment, I'll give him ma 'n bushes wat beisammentun" (more ...)

Konstantin scarcely in the course of Stuttgart to Hamburg, immediately began diligently to meditate on it, where welcherart yonder einzuquartieren initially as to dress and where he first act itself it should do, quickly to feel the pulse of the city towards the heart itself.

It disgusted him very much, but it soon became clear that he would be able to occur only as a merchant or similar braggart, it is also considered one of the more special.

He would first have to buy a new outfit. Since the mouse bit off no thread. Ordentliche Jeans, anständige Polohemden und Sakkos waren nebst gepflegten Stadtschuhen angezeigt: es ging nicht zu den Rottweilern oder zum Wandern auf die Alb.

Da in der Geldkatz zwar noch was drin, Hamburg aber mindestens zunächst teuer zu werden versprach, ward der beste Spätgebrauchtkleidhändler nach Ankunft besucht, schon in der neuen Kluft, noch mit den guten Stiefeln, eine diskrete Absteige ausgemacht, der Halbschuhe und ersten Erkundungen morgen nachzugehen.

Zwei Bier wollte sich Konstantin noch gönnen und ging am Kiez entlang.

Es fing an zu nieseln. Die Abendwärme Stuttgarts lag wie unter Neapel. Zum Glück hatte er seinen Regenumhang nicht geopfert. Es nahm zu. Es wurde wilder. Schließlich peitschte es zwar noch nicht, wurd aber auch seitweis schon ziemlich garstig. Da war die Pinte erreicht. (weiterlesen…)

Nachdem Konstantin mit Magnus noch ein angemessenes Frühstück, oder eher Spätstück, eingenommen hatte, also des Käses, der Fischcreme und der gekaperten Eier wie sodann des gewärmten Pferdsgulaschs nicht geschont worden war, also, dass die beiden Freunde wieder in einer Weise lustig standen, einen Abschied verkraften zu können, obschon Steinweins nicht hinzuzuführen ward, nicht einmal ein kleiner Chablis, eben nur ein robuster spanischer Magenausregler, zwei Stück Konfekt zum Nachkaffee, ein genüssliches Zigarettchen, andächtig, wissend, dass es wieder lang dauern möchte bis zu einer neuerlichen ziemlichem Zusammenkunft, indem Konstantin davor, endlich in Hamburg seiner Pflicht zu tun, Magnus, wie immer, zwischen Bergen von Schriften irgendein Obauf zu erkennen sich in die Lage zu setzen sich verstehen würde müssen, dieweil sein treuer Freund sich in allerlei noch fragwürdsame Fährnisse begeben werde, ward man etwas gefühlig, was sich, so hielten sie es nunmal, in Form einer umso unmittelbareren Ansprache äußerte.

“Wie gedenkst du es jetzt mit jener Gitte, Maulheld oder Maulhalt, zu halten?”, frug Magnus fast überarg trocken.

“Ich habe ihr geschrieben, dass ich zwar schon ein bisschen was von Hunden verstünde, aber wohl noch nicht viel von Pferden. Ich käme also gerne mal auf Papas Reiterhof, der Anfangsgründe dieses edlen, bislang versäumten Behufs etwas zu erlernen.”

“Und sonst? Was ist mit den Hamburgern?” (weiterlesen…)