The Ejsberg Saga
En dag ven de worl war round, en Ejsberg faire civitas livvetet en Viking fierze Laedy Sanne, whoe sey to hir hoosbend, “Viking Mogens, vy net ve gofer en bitte oef pillagering etk, it bin en langen timvat ve net doe enni pillagering?”
“Jesus”, rispondant Mogens (vat ver chewink lumpen oet aff en Bibble atte de tempos, fuggit) – “Kent doe zee am Viking bussi? Ent ennivag, vir haes ti bilt en langerboot et vil takken vikks.”
Viking Sanne replietet tir Mogens, “Verrily tho ijk kenns en vierdo persoena en laedle islant noet faer til de Vest vat ken maekoos en boet. He haes van raeady, tho ets en foenni shaep – ijk sodden et in Fassboek”.
Hoevding Mogens Helgrim denken groendig and said to den fair and weldressed, fierze and at f...lot more, skjoenmoe Sanne. "I do not ride the wawes in a billig copy longboat from skotland ...a freekin skotda boat - mad woman!".
"Den you swim ut and pillage" She said and throw the hatchet at him.
One arm Mogens and his skjoenmoe Hatchet Sanne token en ferry longboat to the skotland in the far west and after a little detour to a green isle becourse of a storm, where they kjoebte a toende wisky for the boatman Donnie Halfgrim. Half drunk with a half toende wisky they sat foot on the misty and rocky coast of skotland and celebrated the good boattour with a quik fistfight.
It is a dark and stormful night, it allways is, when 'dass geschtalt' from the horrible creatur materialize its self in me and forces me to admit, as she says, my sins. Shaking I put the ink pen on the paper, close my eyes and will loose let 'her' lead my hand. In the beginning words come hesitant and searching. Her english is rodden as usual, but then it goes, more or less floating in broken Denglish, over stock and stone. When she is finish I will be dead tired, even I'm barely conscious during the séance. Now the words stumble to get on the paper and I se the little light there is in the dark room fade out.
THE BEGINNING. Its in the beginning everything goes wrong. She just dont understand how much the fact that a little mistake like 'underestimating the female attraction' could lead to such a disaster. But it did, and now she stands, bloody from head to toe, chubbing up The postman. "Why dident I buy a red dress". Bad habbit talking to myself - gotta stop it, she thinks. The dress and the Prada shoes was ment for Dr. Dx but it was probaly overdone since The postman, when he delivered the message from Frida, wanted tips even Frida payed him big cash, and jumped her like a duck in spring. Delayed by the accident she runs to the shower to get rid of the blood and ten minutes after she is cleaned, dressed and ready to continue. "Dr. Dx - I'll get the showel under you any minute now" She whispers trough the teeths when she drives to the airport.
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