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The Glen (Die Klamm) (1968) |
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Geschrieben von: Kursch, Wolf
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Montag, den 16. Dezember 1968 um 00:00 Uhr |
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German version - Die Klamm
The sun should send warmth - but it keeps being cold like it has ever been. A coin, the price for entrance, struck at the wooden table. A green card is handed to You. You are murmuring something and You go on. A pawn stretches out. You cringe. But the pawn is only the hand of the controller. He takes the card out of Your fist and cuts a piece. The glen is in front of You now.
Dank air beats You. In front of You there opens a hole in the mountain, being just large enough to let you in. At Your right side the wild brook is droning. Darkness in the rocky corridor. Lonely drops are falling on Your Face - at You. You try to open Your umbrella, but it is very narrow in here. Also Your Anorak gets wet very fast.
A light, a faint light, glints far away. You leave the dark into the outside. Never ending rocks tower up to the sky. The light of day is hardly apparitional. At this place You can open Your umbrella.. But the water falls down at the oposite wall - not four meters distant to You. You hear sounding steps from the rocky passage. A big grandfather's clock appears and passes by. You just spit into the water that is bubbling below you. The monotone steps of the grandfather's clock die away.
You continue Your way - again into the yawning blackness. The way is wet - smooth as a mirror.
And again you step out of the tube. You glance up, where You can see a wee piece of the sky. A snatch somewhere - the guard rail. Nearly you had fallen into the bubbling floods. There would have been no rescue. Perhaps a long time later your body would be found.
A high tone sounds behind You.. A little diamond runs past You. You are intending to hasten to the jewel, but a breathless man pushes You away. Again the railing is saving You. You just see the man disappearing, gasping into the next tunnel entrance.
A second later You hear a long yell getting lower and lower. You hurry into the mountain. Deep blackness surrounds you. Carefully you fumble your way along the wall. There - Your foot struck against something. You bend and lighten a match. But there was only a stone. Bent you slink on. One more time Your foot struck against something - agains something smooth.
You bend. Something warm adhere to your fingers - or is it something cold? A lighter flashes in Your hand. Yeah, it is him, he who just had been running past you. And again hasty steps approach . A huge, bloated substance squeezes by through the narrow hallway. Unkindly You are punched away.
You stand up and take some steps. Just at that moment your lighter tried to go out. It flares like Your life. Disgusted You take your way again through the glen.
It is a plain way - concreted - with railings at one side. In front of You the rock opens and you go out into the fresh air. You hasten, stumble, snatch up again and breath the freedom of life.
Again a hand stretches out to You. You reach out the ticket, that you have carried in your hand all the time. Now you are realizing that this is the hand of the grandfather's clock. "It's time for You!". It wants its tribute.
And the sun shines - warmly.
not yet published in a book
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The Glen (Die Klamm)