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-    <h2>The fallen dragons of Bavaria</h2>
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-    <div class="story-text"><p>Three years ago, weeks after Robin Williams’ suicide, Kazuyuki landed
-in Munich for the first time, looking forward to a new life. His
-desperate need for a well-paying job and the frightening amount of
-rejections forced him to accept this offer as a junior frontend web
-developer for a dead cold company. Except for a few basic expressions
-his mouth was empty-handed for Germany. Yet he had hope to survive.
-While he nervously waited for his luggage to arrive, a beastly drunk
-man, who probably hasn’t taken a shower in decades, bumped into him. He
-blabbered something, which could’ve been an apology, but the young man
-didn’t understand a word. Holding his breath, Kazuyuki walked away, but
-the drunkard kept following him.<br />
-»Stop! The fallen dragons of Bavaria need you! You stop,
-<em>deppad</em>!«, he screamed. When the frightened gentleman saw his
-luggage, he quickly picked it up and escaped this lunatic old man. Good
-for him, but not for us.</p>
-<p>This weird incident remained sealed and unopened in his memories
-until a year later. Almost every bit of optimism vanished in Kazuyuki’s
-soul. His work wasn’t too difficult, but due to the language barrier, he
-didn’t feel welcome in this humongous company. The people in his company
-weren’t companions. His colleagues were friendly, but not friends.
-Although the work experience in Japan wasn’t too different, this kind of
-hardship in a new place lead to a depressing daily routine. The only
-light in his sight was his best friend, Nisanur. She loved Bavaria and
-knew everything about its people and its history. As a fellow migrant
-she helped him in many ways, from learning the German language to
-talking to Germans. In return, he helped her with the development of her
-research website. But there was another connection between them that
-they never talked about. A few days after a series of suicide bombings
-in Paris, Kazuyuki was visiting the local library. For his best friend’s
-birthday, he was in search of interesting information about Bavaria that
-she didn’t know about. Secretly he was aware of his naivety and didn’t
-expect much. Yet to his surprise, when he expressed his wish to the
-librarian, who looked a few tortoises older than she already was, she
-already had a black leather-bound book ready on her desk. With an
-unnatural grin on her face, the lady gave it to him. Kazuyuki shook his
-head as he scrolled through the book. All pages were blank.<br />
-»This is probably not what I need«, he said with a confused smile.<br />
-»<em>So ein Schmarrn!</em> You absolutely do need it. And the fallen
-dragons of Bavaria need you«, she said. Instantly the developer
-remembered the drunkard at the airport and the words that seemed
-harmless at first now scared him to death. Who are the fallen dragons of
-Bavaria? Is this something real? For a second he was lost in his
-thoughts and he clung the book closer to him or maybe the book itself
-clung closer to him. When he looked up, the librarian was gone. On his
-way home, he was in conflict whether he should gift this topic to
-Nisanur or keep it to himself. In the end he let the book collect dust
-in the bottom drawer.</p>
-<p>None of this is in any relation to why Kazuyuki looked for online
-guides on how to kill himself, a few hours after Nisanur jumped down
-from the Olympia tower right in front of him and died. Why did she
-commit suicide? Why did she never share any of her problems with him?
-His only light in his life was gone. He was ready to enter the
-everlasting darkness. The web disappointed him. He threw away his
-keyboard and punched down his monitor. Instead of following these costly
-perfected suicide guides for an easy painless death, he walked to the
-kitchen and began sharpening a knife. His mind kept repeating Nisanur’s
-last words.<br />
-»Don’t worry about me. They’ll learn to fly again and catch me«, she
-said. He tried demystifying these words over and over again without any
-success until he suddenly remembered the fallen dragons of Bavaria. Is
-that what she meant? He laid the sharp knife aside and went to the
-living room. The moment, he opened the bottom drawer in the darkness, he
-began cursing himself for not sharing the book with Nisanur. In a
-magically glowing light, the title on the leather cover spelled <em>The
-fallen dragons of Bavaria</em>. He looked through the pages, that used
-to be blank, and finally discovered the guide for the revival of me and
-my family. As much as it hurt that the last words of a poor mentally ill
-woman created a false hope for this young man, I was glad that at least
-this way he could be saved. After restless days without sleep, battling
-gods, demons and even the deadly <em>Krampus</em>, to save us, the least
-I could do for my hero, was to learn to fly again, catch the only light
-in his life and return it to him.</p>
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