Life plays in such a way
With damp hands he clasped himself firmly at the tuft of grass briefly before the abyss. Still he sat at the edge of the ravine, which yawned in front of him. But soon he would lie down there. Smashed, completely unrecognizable. An approach of dark humour let him smile, when it saw the headlines of the newspapers in his mind: "German tourist has a deadly accident in the Austrian alps." Such words would cause an elevated brow, perhaps even two with the readers at the most. But with the weather forecast, which was to be found scarce under it, this nameless tourist did not exist already any longer. Nobody would be interested in the fact that the man was 34 years old, was called Karl Lehner and had lost everything, which had been dear and expensive for him. To bring himself in the right mood and to eliminate these annoying doubts, he recalled himself the terrible pictures back into his memory: His boss, who had explained to him the fact that the personnel reduction had concerned also his branch and then with sad expression he presented a sealed envelope to him, and his wife, who had insulted him at home as nincompoop and looser, howling her things and packed the children and had leaved to her mother. Afterwards he had sat at least one hour quiet on the stairs, until he began to cry unrestrainedly. Subsequently, he had strongly reduced in a rage outbreak the interior arrangement of the house what was not paid off yet. He decided to make a conclusion. And now he was at the place, where they stayed each year, since their honeymoon. Exactly here, at this lookout point, they had witnessed, bedded on soft moos, their first son. Automatically he had to twitch with the shoulders, when he thought of the philosophy of the eternal circle. Here he carried it out. Where a life began, a life should end.
Again he looks around. Nobody should see him jumping. There was nobody to see. Now he bent himself trembling forward. And he straightened up immediately again. "I cannot do it! � he roared against the valley. He twitched, when the echo came. Suddenly he heard a distant rhythmic rustling in the grass. When he turned, he saw a small boy, who came, supported by a moving stick, up from the village exactly to him. Quietly he murmured: "Disappear, little boy! That here, is not intended for your eyes." But the boy did not do the favour to him. When he was in earshot, the merry voice of this little boy penetrated at Karl�s ear.
"In the mountains you doe not even have your peace", it came him by the head. "Be careful! There edge is slippery! � the boy with badly hidden dialect over there called to him.
Laboriously controlled Karl returned: "Thanks for the tip! I watch out already!" The boy had reached and made themselves in the meantime the lookout point it comfortable beside Karl. With friendly: "Hello, I am Sepp! � he introduced himself. "Pleasant. I am Mr. Lehner, however you can call me however Matthias", the life-tired answered grumpily.
Sepp examined it searchingly: "From where do you come? You are German, aren�t you?" Slowly Karl lost the patience. "Guessing. Here I make each year vacation, because you can be also alone."
He squinted to the side, whether the boy had also understood the allusion, and placed disappointed firmly that that was not like that.
"Therefore the people come gladly again and again here", answered Sepp proud. When Karl did not react, Sepp continued to bore: "You are looking sadly. What is the matter?"
First Karl wanted to bawl at the boy: "Concerns you a shit! � he let be however and said truthfully: "I lost my job. My wife runnes away with the children and I sit highly indebted on a not paid off house. That is the matter. But you do not understand that yet. No notion, why I tell you."
"Nevertheless, I understand that. Because my dad snatched himself a woman from there city and mummy must lead the hotel Sunny Mountain alone. Now she looks for someone, who is helping her." the boy answered from a mixture of compassion and annoyance.
Karl was immediately attentive again. This little, nerve-killing boy had revealed a there straight fantastic prospect: A safe job in the flourishing tourism industry and a dwelling at the most beautiful place of the world! In the "Sunny Mountain" he had stayed overnight already once before ten years. At that time he had stared so long time for the attractive innkeeper, until he noticed angry looks of its wife. Now his wife was no more in the way. Karl felt the need to suddenly jump up and go to the with Sepp. But he remained sitting. Possibly something was here putrid. He knew the irony of the fate only too well. When a door opened before him, guarantees a stumbling block on the beam - symbolically seen. He saw Sepp distrustful in the face. Was it only an awkward attempt to prevent him from jumping? He saw fearless into the depth. Down a clear torrent flowed along. The noise floated like an unreal whispering to it up.
When from the church bell of the village penetrated six chimes, the boy looked up and said: "I�ll have to go back now! Mummy waits already."
Karl answered sunken in thoughts: "I go also soon. Perhaps I come one time to you. The thought pleases me to live and... Help your mother here."
The face of the boy lightened itself: "Yes, really? Would be great! I would be happy! Bye!" Then he ran the grass-covered slope down, jumped thereby over electronic fences and ran through between the cows. When he nearly was down, he turned around and beck. Karl turned his view away again. Was that the beginning of a new existence? Too beautiful to be true. But he had not found the hooks yet. No, he did not want to die. Not anymore. He supported his foot at a projection and lifted himself upward. Then he saw down again to the torrent. Smiling he whispered in the valley: "Oh no, Fortuna. So easily you don�t kill me."
There he glided on the slippery rock and fell into the depth.
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