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The escape and The escape…in the mirror
Part 10
The escape…in the mirror
„Which you make here outside so alone?“ From the darkness of the garden a silhouette appeared. It was Jenny, which returned straight of their late shift from the small servant. Their hair was completely sweats and them smelled after coffee and frits. „Why does not sit down you a little to me?“ I, while I sat up from the couch, said with a hand movement a place to her offered, wordless a beer from the Sixpack took and take it her.
„I did not see you long. How are you, Tina?“
I white not why, but I had the feeling that I did not want to be in this evening alone, I wanted to talk, wanted at the life of another humans sharings. To feel it went therefore that it indicated still more there outside or better said directly beside, than the stupide, monotonous everyday life of my small, bungled crazy life. It went living rather therefore or better to feel with, which completely different humans in its life did or to perhaps also experience, how he saw me. Jenny was so different than I. It had a natural childlikeness, it on the one hand to appear completely helpless left and on the other hand admired I it for what did it. It lived its dream, it wanted in each case to write, wanted humans of its thoughts to report, and even if it had thereby nevertheless probably rather less success, it never gave Jenny up…, it lived its dream.
„Property I me too much withdrawn?“ I asked it. And it regarded me with these so inimitably affectionate eyes and said „no, I can that understand. In the reason it is issued me likewise since at that time.“„At that time?“„, Since at that time, when I saw Marina the first time. Know you, it my life so completely from the course threw. Up to then I knew always exactly, what I wanted. I wanted to be Tim to marry, wanted with him together, base a family. And during it successes with its matches celebrated, could write I. Tim always supported me. He never asked whether I made money thereby or as I for our future thought of. I believe, he wanted simply only that I was lucky. So much he loved me.“
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