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diff --git a/stories_html/the_fallen_dragons_of_bavaria.html b/stories_html/the_fallen_dragons_of_bavaria.html deleted file mode 100644 index 153537b..0000000 --- a/stories_html/the_fallen_dragons_of_bavaria.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,72 +0,0 @@ -<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> |