stank In the pension is already bad in the morning when the sun shone through the dirty window on my face. GEZ-Peter was still asleep and for a brief moment I thought about whether I should not steal me secretly, quietly away. I had to that man no moral obligation to the contrary, he had me a bit guilty. But that he wanted to settle this debt - and I mean rent arrears. So we were ever here.
Certainly, it would have had a touch of justice if I had handed over the spy charges simply the judicial authorities. has forced a man who people to pay Eva Herman for reading the news, must be punished. But I'm not a judge. And without his efforts, and even without the 200 € fee I had self-financed, would be the recent World Cup matches have been only half as good and my life a bit further more in the ass.
So I felt like Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise, only without the Thelma and Louise without. My new "Partners in Crime" looked after rising for at least as old as from Susan Sarandon. "It's time we leave this cheap flophouse," I said, in a tone as the voice of Bud Spencer. From outside, a distant siren was heard. "And where shall we go?" Asked Peter. I was looking for the minibar and found none. It was just one of these hostels, the one sent by a miserly Edgar shellac in a long, external mounting. "There are two possibilities," I held. "Either we both go to my parents, then leave us 24 / 7 movies and selling the TV broadcast rights worldwide. Or, we find out what this key too. "I looked focused on the small, silver costing work. "Well, do you think buys the rights anyone?" asked the debt counselor Double. I could not let my eyes on the key. "What is it," I said finally. "If we hold both of my parents. I suggest you take the attic and I the basement, where it is cooler. "Peter rum zwegaterte, that is, he wanted to say something, but could not decide for the right words:" I think ... it could be ... maybe ... so I think I know this key, "escaped in the end. I listened. "As time there was the welcome money, because I've also rented a locker. My keys looked the same, "he said further. I asked: "Where? Where the locker was? "" At the station, "he said. "On the subway, where the homeless always ..." I knew what city he said.
Nothing would have been more noticeable than if I had the GEZ-husband in broad daylight can be seen at the main station. It had to be a camouflage. First I dressed Peter in my clothes and put it in the pedestrian zone. From the little coins, which he recorded in the short time that I bought merchandise and Germany vuvuzelas. So we were able to mingle with the crowd without being recognized. I would of course, the unspeakable Menschendeko can get out of my apartment, but the risk was too high. Without money I did not want to return to Wilhelmsche Horror house.
disguised as football fans, we finally entered the main hall. The federal police were already there and ran on platforms patrol. Much time would not stay and so I sent it to me to reach the lockers. Peter was more nervous than when he botched bank robbery. It smelled of urine pushing the homeless, I put the key in the box with the number 127 ... and it fit. For a moment I paused, looked around me and assured me off to all sides that no one watched us. In the subject itself was a bottle of apple seeds, in fact, another porn magazine from the 1970s and a severe cash box.
It was not easy these unnoticed out of the station to transport. Everywhere one could see drunken idiots and Football so I struck up a song and tried to Peter by the hand to escape through the underpass. In short, we walked through an abandoned tunnel until light appeared at the other end. But we did not get far.
"What are those for the victims?" Asked a black-haired child migrants to another. "No idea, age, Kartoffelspastis, father and son were lost."
"full of you bastard, who looks like the type of debt from the TV," a third party. I tried to include young people, but they multiplied like flies. I knew why no one uses except the homeless, the underpass. Because you just the other side ends up in a deprived area.
"Hey, guys, come on, how do` s? What happens in the hood? It also looks like the game? "I asked the group. "We look like a completely different game, man. Turkey against Germany, Alda. "Announced the spokesman. I corrected him: "Turkey is playing at the World Cup but did not." He corrected me with a slap in the face: "If you play along here and if not, I choose you, is that clear? So what are you doing here? " he asked. "You have recognized this right. I and my father, Peter, the good here, we're lost. And we are now just back again. "" No way. What is there in that thing? "Asked the elder of the fringe group, looking with his bandana wrapped as his own caricature. "No idea" I replied truthfully. "Piss off you. We take the thing, "the spokesman said again. "I'm sorry. But the thing is with us, "I countered determined.
A few punches, kicks and minutes later I came back to me. Peter had trimmed it even worse. The cash box was gone and the clubs also. We were on the ground. "You look like a plucked chicken," notes Peter. So I felt. But what could I do? The police turn? Impossible. And if the contents of the cashbox is worthless after all? I just wanted to plug in a cigarette and discovered that the youths had stolen me and my tobacco, I found my phone in your pocket. Probably them, the model was too old to take it. I remembered the "Hustler" from the deposit machine, also found his number in the phone immediately and called him. Mesut quickly was how he was actually on the spot, appropriately enough, in Özil Jersey. "What happened? You have had problems here? Man, yes they have caught up so crass, man. That's what happens when you are unemployed and hanging around on the street. I told you: You have to hustle, man "I asked him about the club and quickly became clear that he knows someone who knows someone who knows the club.. Or at least one of them. And so I tapped in the late afternoon to a Plattbautür.
He: Who is there?
I: Pfitzer my name. I've come about Özgür, the da.
He: Özgür nothing there.
Me: It is a cash box that has stolen her son.
He: Who is there? Police?
Me: Yes, here is the police. Where is her son, Mr ... uh ... Öztürk? Özgür Öztürk? Na ah, never mind. So where is he?
He: I know nothing.
Me: Do you mind if I look around me sometimes?
He: I have nothing.
I: So you do not check out the door. He
: door.
Me: No, door! He
: door to.
I: door not to.
He: Nix police.
Me: But police. I will now clean.
I felt, as Mr William Peter, Jr. and Mesut, who stood next to me and neither could understand the dialogue as I do. Peter felt in this area is very, very uncomfortable. As luck would have it, came just at the moment, the youth gang around the corner, where we wanted to pull off empty-handed. "Hey Lan," said Mesut. "Age Özgür stand, stay, man. I knew you were and your guys that, man. Give the boy the cartridge is, he is correct and also a client of mine, yes? ". Ozgur and his gang seemed to have respect. After all, Mesut is 17 and thus on average three years older than the gang. I felt like an extra. But twenty four year olds can be more brutal than fourteen twenty. "Dude, the next time because of you I miss Germany game, I say` s your brother, that's for sure, man? "Asked Mesut threatening. The gang left us with the cash box and apologized many times for the inconvenience. They gave me back the cigarette, and wished much success in the game.
But how should I open the part when some twenty lower classes do not bring children with immigrant background that about? I threw a flash of just the panel, while Peter waited below. In fact, the tape broke. I had to hurry, because it would not be long until new Socially disadvantaged would appear to us to lose our prey. "What's in it, Peter, what's inside?" I asked excitedly. "A letter. I read out: Li. what do you mean? Oh, dear Helmut. Dear Helmut, I am fräut you've found the Schlissfach. It is ales drhin, wi gesprohen. "A bottle of apple seeds and a porn magazine. Maybe it was just a care package to the prison. "That's all?" I asked myself disappointed. All efforts to
else I snoop the broadcast for two hours put into the pedestrian zone and bought beer with him what we drank with relish even in the parking lot of the discount market. What a crappy day.
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