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+<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>