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Carol told of a train in Italy. I asked:
"What is left to you by Italy still remember?"
"They burn there fingers slightly."
"What do you mean?"
"In Italy you burn easily in the hand washing the fingers. At the taps is everywhere caldo. That is hot and not cold. "
" In Italy I would have also burned his hands. "
I told of my Hamburg ZOB disappointment. Carol listened happily. The conversation further bubbled until it petered out at once, without my fault was would be. Carol was silent before him. Was she offended? There was a reason it's not that. Sometimes it is so that colored shadows, the silent find their pleasure in silence. Unfortunately, at their silence never know in which way they are silent just could
After many moments of silence I do not hide my curiosity more and asked.. "No"
? "Are you offended"
"Boring you up?"
"no."
"Are you tired?"
"no."
Now I was at my wits end. I looked closer and Carol tried it with an unusual mix:
"Are you offended, bored and tired at the same time?"
"Oh no."
It was strange. In my eyes saw Carol as if she were there.
"On Sunday you have the beach but just looked sleepy," I said.
Carol was cheerful.
"Do you really?"
I hummed a little Yes.
Carol asked
"When I am because you noticed the first time on Sunday?"
"Down by the water, some time before I'm gone for a swim," I replied.
"So late first? I've discovered much earlier. Right at noon. During the next few hours I keep you always in mind."
"Why?"
"You've been alone all the time. That made me curious," she said and laid her head back into the elbow.
In Caroline gave caution the contradictions. I asked
"And like you have become so sleepy?"
"From my curiosity, I'm not tired," she said, laughing. "You have been so lonely. No one took care of you. That's what I liked. So I'm walking down to the beach."
"And then you're tired?"
Carol laughed mischievously.
"I just done so. "
Now I completely lost the overview. chromatic shade behaved often in a way that I am guessing was. Fortunately, Carol was patient. I was allowed to hope that she told me everything. In this respect, the conversation went well . fun again, although I knew as little as reading Latin poetry I asked: Why have you done
so "?
Carol said a word. There are good questions and there is less good questions. This question seemed to belong to the second type. There was an unmistakable sign that is: The conversation petered out completely.
Carol silent, looked at the surf and looked as if she were offended, bored and tired at the same time. For a while I
heard the whispers of the sea. The noise of the waves sounded tempting: Come over here, play with us. Why did Carolyn nothing? I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sounds of the North Sea.
After lots of thought waves Carolin an answer ready for me:
"I was just about to fall in love you." The noise subsided
. A few heartbeats later, I heard whispering Carol:
"I love you."
I listened to the whisper of the waves: Do you still play with us? Must distinguish the beach sand 37 different types of sparkling? Or is it 111? Why I'm the only about it? I did not admire now bathe the sand.
I arranged my thoughts. What did it mean when a colored shadow girl said to me, love me? That was something other than a good morning, which was wanted. What if I said the same to Carol? Without a second thought I fanned on a set of syllables:
"I love you."
What would happen next? As Carol was enchanted by my side. After a while she said tentatively:
"I love you."
She repeated her words.
A little bird from earliest childhood ventured out in me. From far away she said to Carol:
"I love you."
The colored shadow girls said, still groping:
"I love you."
The birds tore from earliest childhood days spread his feathers and said
"I love you."
was from a three good afternoon a four-good afternoon. Carol always looked more as if she were offended, bored and tired at the same time. Perhaps they did so only pretending. Still feeling his way, still uncertain, said Carol:
"I love you."
past said the bats, I had a bird when the little parrot was in mine. You shall not always parrot everything! This warning echoed in my ears. It hurt me when I scold bats, because I felt it was unfair. I could not my fault that the little parrot in me so much opened the mouth, and repeated words that could not be repeated. Because the bats are ugly but showed there was nothing more than to scare my feathered friend. Whenever he did forbidden, I plucked him from the penalty springs and hissed at him. Soon he was so disheveled and scared, he strolled to. This was done at that time I learned to speak again.
I had to wait for so long. Now that afternoon in August, he ventured out again, without that I was punished for it. Fickle beautiful were these four happy hours around an unguarded stretch of beach, the time passed very quickly. Every time the little parrot in me wish he could parrot colored shadow words. In my happiness I was almost sad, because this feeling was in me been away so long.
On the way back to the sand castles in North Carolina said:
"I have never had a boy in such a short time, said so many times that I love him."
is from Axel Brauns - color and shadow bats.
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