Belated and old ...
Konrad was in a bad mood in the kitchen, absently sipping his morning coffee. " fucking nightmare " he muttered, as he was awakened from a terrible roar that night. He wanted to cool the forehead, but his freezer was on the other side. He also wanted to fill up his coffee-stock, but also the supermarket was unfortunately over. And these were only two reasons for his bad temper. His head ached, because he for the umpteenth time against the " wall " had run. He sighed and took his coffee and his bad temper to the living room, where he had to sleep the last four nights. The couch did not look very inviting, but still better than the bottom. He was aware that he had smelled, but his clothes over there. He ground his teeth and threw on the TV. Duration news on all channels, all with a single theme: The Wall and its consequences. Since was a tragedy happens again. With increasingly bad mood Konrad looked down at a slow-motion recording of an ICE train, which folded at the almost invisible wall like an accordion and, like a stone hits the water, shock waves raced through the wall. Konrad groaned again. How long would it take before the shock waves were here? The damn wall was running through his house. The waves might tear down so all his stall. The last gulp of coffee spilled in his throat. He grimaced. Stale brew. He had the same filter four times already brewed. He dragged back to his bad temper in the kitchen and saw her again in front of him. The Wall. Shimmering, like the air over cars in the blazing sun. Which also had watery, the thing. And yet it was damn adamant. Every day he had gone with his breakfast routine, however. Hard as steel and concrete but not fixed. But it needs a ICE, to get them off balance. Conrad went to the coffee maker, crack cursing the filter out and dumped all the coffee mud in the garbage that no one would pick up. The wall had it pretty much cut off from everything. From the half of his own house, the city, the highway and of course the damned Supermarket. Also from the accursed telephone network. He stared at the wall. He saw where they disintegrated and a piece of his roof where they had practiced on the same floor. His theory was that the wall was actually a disc that had its center in the Earth's core and divided the world into two halves. Actually, it did not care. He wanted this damn part really only be going on. Was not really his idea, but something like an egg-head from the television, which arrived thanks antenna still with him. He had to explain just sat in front of the telly and nodded and " Yes, tell 'but I " muttered, as people who have no idea, do it gladly. He climbed out the window in his smelly clothes and his bad temper in tow. He would try to slip away by car down the road. He felt like an underexposed Lama when he was on his garage under the monstrous wall that probably stretched to the sky, staring. A big metal things sticking out of the ruins of his car and the car shed around it. " FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF " , he did. A fucking wing was this looked like a Boeing. He saw the Road down. There lay the rest of the aircraft and reminded him of the accordion-ICE. Accordion Boeing. So not a dream. Boeing against wall. Wings in the garage. "-FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK! " ended, Konrad its curse. The plane was smoking even cursed. The situation was somewhat reassuring. If a plane sent out by the collision no fatal shock waves, then it probably is not the ICE. Presumably, the aircraft was too high up. The calming effect, however, faded against the burgeoning sense of Conrad's that up there must be a God who is to mankind in general and small homeowner had waived in particular. Konrad kicked the wing and against his Opel, which looked like a flattened ladybug. He kicked his garage, opposite his house, and against the wall. Then he dragged his bad temper a hundred yards down the street and also entered against Boeing. Then he climbed the aircraft, absolutely determined to miss the accordion-pilots also have a slipped off and went instead but still a little on the melted and cooled asphalt under an airplane. Just at that moment he heard a very familiar sound. He knew her from airports when planes landed. Cold Sweat broke out as he scans the sky and quickly find one. A second Boeing, Boeing tried a second accordion-in-waiting at an emergency landing. But it flew straight at the wall. Konrad could do nothing except cursing loudly zurückzuwetzen with his bad temper to his house. He was only twenty yards, when the Boeing struck with a loud crash and the screeching of metal in the wall and turned into a fireball. The walls shook. There were the shock waves. Konrad threw it out of the shoes when they arrived on the ground and broke the wall shaking the earth like a spoiled child, an unpalatable mush. His house could not withstand the. drowned out by the violence of the crash and the mice anger, it flew apart completely silent and overwhelmed with Konrad wood and small Zementbröckchen. Konrad picked herself up again, staggered over the undulation in the earth and came to meet his TV. He joined the unfaithful telly and was overturned by a recent concussion. The Boeing Roebert in about fifty yards past him and singed his hair. He screamed, rolled together, just wanted to wake up from this nightmare yet. The God of hatred for small home owners laughed and threw dirty Konrad another lump of cement to the head.
When he came to himself, Konrad was believed to have been knocked out for hours. A quick glance at the clock it was clear that there were more minutes. Reluctantly, he looked around. He was in his house. Similarly, the forest was in a kilometer away at his home, he painted himself. Now here were already two accordion-Boeing. His stomach sank him down. All the passengers. " shit ..." , he could only whisper. His legs were wobbly. He had blood in his eye, but he is not wiped away. He has looked at the torn earth, the wound of his home planet, the attacks on so horribly, was from whom. What could now break even? As if on cue itself known to the power pole that had been taken from the right wing and snapped off the last plane with metallic tubes. Konrad threw up noisily on the floor zerpflügten while the mast struck the wall. A cable fell into the shimmering monstrosity and provoked them to revolt again. Again, a shock wave went through the wall.
After Konrad dug himself and his bad temper free had, he stared at the wall. As had done something that he had in the four days not seen before. She had opened a little. There clearly was a hole, the air distorted trappings and particularly the light most curved. He thought now after not more. Everything in his head screamed now " supermarket " and he ran on jelly legs through the hole. Later he would television. An egghead would explain that the wall is sensitive to large currents react and he would nod and say: " Say ' But I . " There he stood beyond the wall. Loved the city. It looked like he had it in mind. Only sharp again. They seemed almost unreal, so used, he had in the four days of the distorted image. But still it was here. There it was suddenly before him. He felt the trailer for Transformers recalls, for about as cluttered and ridiculous over mechanized had the machine that stood between him and his supermarket. Looked like plastic. Conrad died in a bad mood and made fear and curiosity about space. " it you? " he asked with a trembling voice as he pointed to the wall. The engine roared, and then said something: " No, shit damn. No, I was not. Hear now finally on to make me responsible for manure. Where the hell come from? Are you here her gone? "
" The aliens have ' anomaly ' , as they call them, analyzed, and no solution for the problem found. " snarled, the newscaster, " The current sensitivity of wall was used to transport routes to reopen. The ground-and sea transport is still limited extent, but flights are at present no problem. The aliens have also this morning at 9 clock all the people who had evacuated from areas near the wall are transported back to their old homes. You are now in treatment by more than 100,000 psychologists from around the world. The effects of the wall on the climate is not always accurate explored and so are not reliable weather forecasts possible.
The American president has now linked by 15 clock as the third head of state diplomatic relations with the visitors from outer space. Again, however, the Kausianer said very clearly that the exchange of technology is not allowed. " Konrad nodded with a smile on your face. " Have I told you. " he said.
