mind for thought, bump - as so often. But this time's it any different. Just now I rubbed where my hair has thinned over the years, the small, raised area, I already felt the taut skin and dull pain instead of abating culminated in a slight tinge before it died away.
Again I reached for the spot - not a bump was felt more. Rather something stumped with a slight, but energetic kick around on my head and poked with something sharp to my fingers.
Besorgt lief ich vor den Badezimmerspiegel – da sah ich ihn. Ein grauer, nicht einmal daumengroßer Mann war gerade im Begriff, sich an einer Strähne von meiner Stirn abzuseilen. Schon rutschte er bäuchlings den Nasenrücken hinunter und sicherlich wäre er beim Sturz von der Nasenspitze zu Schaden gekommen, wäre nicht meine Hand gewesen, in der er mit leisem pluff! aufschlug. Auf dem Rücken gelandet, rappelte er sich hoch, strich seinen Rock glatt und salutierte. Ein Soldat!
„Joj,“ meinte er,
„bin ich gefallen von Kopf“ – sein Akzent ließ mich an eine Herkunft aus dem Osten denken,
„in Hand,“
Er nahm seinen Three-cornered hat from his head struck with a short tug on his knee the dust off the hat and put it on again.
"... in great hands! Gosh, so big hand! "
" Well, with whom I have the honor? "
He pushed the three-cornered hat on his head.
"honor? I'm just a simple Zoldat, sir ... "
He shrugged his shoulders, spread his arms and grinned
Plain Zoldat and do not know where, and ..." He scratched his chin.
"What's my name, well, I do not even know, my Lord, my great lord, sir, sir, you are ..." The gray man
setzte sich in die Beuge zwischen Daumen und Zeigefinger.
„… ein Riese?“
Ich schmunzelte.
„Eigentlich nicht, Zoldat, eigentlich nicht. Allerdings weiß man das nie so wirklich, ob man einer ist, weil Größe bekanntlich relativ ist. Und - Zoldat, eigenartige Betonung, Zoldat mit Zett wie Zar?“
Er winkte ab.
„Sie wissen also nicht, wer Sie sind?“, fragte ich nach und ergänzte: „Wissen außerdem nicht, wo sie her kamen und wie Sie auf meinen Kopf gelangten, stimmts?“
„Nun,“ der Zoldat streckte die Beine aus, „ich muss das nicht wissen, mein Herr, aber ich weiß, dass You ... "
accent. He cocks a leg, reached into his boot and pulled it off.
"... should know all this - after all, you have come up with me," he came from between his teeth as he reached for the other boot. To this end, he shook his toes.
"Me?"
"Yes, who else is part of the head, in which I ..." annoyed
"Me!"
"Well, then!"
"Ha?"
" you," he seemed a little " you have me thought , the product of your imagination am I, short gestation, small bump and -? oops "
Ah
" Yes, sir, and now ... "rose
He from his soft place, put his hands on the side and stretched as he was suffering from back pain,
" ... I'd be much obliged if you tell me again ... "
The arms are bent at the elbows, he showed me the inside surfaces of his gray hands and let the fingers play invitingly.
"You know, up, please!"
"How?"
"Well, you have come up with me, and as long as they do not know how to proceed with me, I would again an die Stätte meiner Geburt zurückkehren und auf Ihrem spärlich behaarten Hinterkopf abwarten, was das Leben für mich bereithält. Also, bitte!“
Wieder die provozierend lässige Geste mit den Händen.
„Wenns hilft …“
Ich hob meine Linke zum Haaransatz und spürte, wie der kleine Mann barfuß über meinen Zeigefinger balancierte und auf den Kopf sprang. Dort machte er es sich gemütlich, legte sich auf die Seite und schien ungestört sein zu wollen, denn anders war das Wedeln mit der Hand nicht zu deuten.
„Schleich dich!“
„Mich schleichen, mit dir auf dem Kopf?“
„Dann bleib zumindest Sitting quietly, that I can sleep, am tired. "
the small riser on the head, I went into the kitchen, I brewed some coffee and thought about my gray visitors. For its small size, it had been difficult to hold. Perhaps he was of metal, tin. I imagined tin soldiers, as I had cast as a boy for my little brothers and painted, and yes, he was a tin soldier. Tin soldiers actually do not slip from bumps, how to check out from a thought. Actually. Hm The egg was actually in the word suspect. An egg in a word that is sionally without egg and from which it is not clear what it slip would be bred out of it. Actually it was in my situation - man with a sprung that little man on the head - not a helpful word. No, he was no tin soldier, I commit. Above remained calm. I would not stand before the mirror, would deny the existence of the tiny score excellent and I could ...
I had put a chair in front of the big mirror in the hallway, sat on a coffee mug in hand, watching the scene before my head. The soldier, pardon, Zoldat had put on his boots again, taken from the back of the pack and pulled out some paints, brushes and a palette. He was busy sich anzumalen. Dunkelblaue Uniform, weiße Hose, krapprote Kragenaufschläge, den Dreispitz hatte er schwarz angemalt und mit einem weißen Rand versehen.
„Nun,“ blickte er auf und sah mich über den Spiegel an, „haben Sie sich also entschlossen, dass ich mich anmale? Nun gut, ein Anfang ists allemal.“
„Sie sind ein preußischer Soldat …“
„Zoldat, bitte, und Preußen, ach …“ Wieder die wegwerfende Geste mit der Hand.
„Warum nicht Soldat, sondern Zoldat?“
“Weil ich ein Sinnzoldat bin, mein Bester, das haben Sie sich so ausgedacht!“
„Ich?“
"Yes!"
"Why should I ...?"
White I mean? "
" I ... "I tapped me on the forehead, probably a little too violently, for the Sinnzoldat lost his balance and twisted a blue line of the uniform of his actually black and white calfskin satchel, which he wiped away quietly cursing.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, I do not know what I had in mind here, I'm sorry!"
"meaning"
"Yes, meaning"
"There Have we, meaning, did you think of meaning , reversed, precisely because you feel like it was, the sense ... n "he extended the term indefinitely," the two letters and now I'm here and a Sinnzoldat "
" What is the point that doing now? "
No answer.
"What can we with you now, what will become of you, Sinnzoldat?
" Suffice it to us, my Lord, that made me, me, represents precisely, and leave it at that. I like it here. "
My little guest stuffed a pipe, sat down on a piece of sugar that I had given her, praised the scent of coffee and asked for a light.
" Do I for any Make sense, huh? "
" On my head? "
" Hmnja, ever. "
" Hm "
The bell rang. Outside the door, the letter carrier was waiting with a package.
"An autograph please, here!"
you held out to her reader, tapped on the box and smiled at me. The Sinnzoldaten on my head, she noticed curiously.
the packet in hand, I went back to the mirror - the man was gone.
Whether it was me out there fall from the head, as I had bent over it for signature of the letter carrier? But outside there was nothing to see. When I was about to incurring the door, I saw him. He ran across the freshly mown lawn, under the privet hedge round to Weber Bachl down at a boy there paper boat was in the water and beckoned me with a cocked hat: "Goodbye," "Adieu"
"I think he knows as it is with me continues! "
" Bon chance, little man! "
He laughed. But the laugh was already the little boy who picked him up and him, rather than to sit him on the head or in your pocket, turned in one of the paper boats and fired into the unknown.
into the unknown?
Who knows ...
Ludwig Janssen 5/11/2010
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