Heute möchte ich darauf hinweisen, dass mein Debütroman Reise ins Verderben auf Google Books, Google ADS und im Google Playstore [Bücher] erhältlich ist.
Über 800 spannende Seiten (!)
epub – Format
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Der Kriminalroman Reise ins Verderben ist auch in unzähligen Onlineshops, als eBook im epub-Format und für nur €4.49 erhältlich. Über 900 Seiten die pure Spannung und eine Achterbahnfahrt der Emotionen.
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Der Kriminalroman Reise ins Verderben ist nun in unzähligen Onlineshops, als eBook im epub-Format und für nur €4.49 erhältlich. Über 800 Seiten die pure Spannung und eine Achterbahnfahrt der Emotionen.
…. But my phone is confiscated and I don’t know if the police will allow me to use it.
I’ve been standing at the cell door for about half an hour now, waiting for something to happen so that I can finally take action. But I also stand there to escape the penetrating stench of the cell. Now I smell myself too, the cold sweat and the adrenaline.
This inactivity and powerlessness demoralize me. I have to do something: inform people, request help. From minute to minute I become more nervous.
I put my hands around the rusty bars of the cell door, press my forehead against it and look apathetically onto the square of the building and then over my shoulder. Now in the dull morning light, the full extent of the garbage chaos is visible on the wall opposite the bed. I don’t even want to look at that. Then those unbelievable filthy, absolutely black, damp walls and ceiling. It actually looks like the cell was recently burned out. The animals and insects, cockroaches, the ant route and the many flies have disappeared, and the rat has not shown up either.
“My name is Sir Sala. I am the boss from the Youth Center and the children’s home.” He nods with a crooked grinning to the social worker: “And the name of the young pretty lady is Ma’am Burque. She will take care of you until the matter has been clarified and we know what will happen.”
Ma’am Burque says kindly: “You’re surely very tired? You look so.”
The boss interrupts her: “You have been through a lot tonight. Don’t be afraid. Here with us you are safe!” He nods to Ma’am Burque and, lost in thought, asks the children: “You like to sleep in a four-star hotel?”
The children don’t know what does the term “four stars” means. They don’t answer and look uncertainty to the side.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” ends Sir Sala. “Would you like to have a snack or drink before Ma’am Burque shows you the beds?”
I protest loudly: “And why I’m arrested? I want to get out immediately! That will have consequences! You have nothing, absolutely nothing, against me. I want to contact my embassy immediately. Damn it, immediately!”
Ma’am Papillio seems puzzled and asks: “Didn’t Officer Villanova explain our law Republic Act 7610?”
“Yes, yes! But that can’t be your serious, ma’am! I had the parents‘ permission for the excursion and we wanted to go back this morning! So, where is a crime here, please?”
Ma’am Tolisan stands next to us the whole time and now says harshly: “Breaking the law is breaking the law!”
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Journey into Disaster
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1.08. The horrible cell?
Officer Sarang is cursing and the keychain jingles. Than the wire fence swings open with a squeaking and scratching on the floor. Now Officer Sarang is busy opening a lattice door. The flat building, in front of which we stand, reminiscent on a horse stable with horse boxes. As far as I can see in the dark night and lamplight, there are three more doors made of steel bars on the right. A door frame without a door can be seen on the left. On the opposite wall of the building, two previously strong halogen spotlights shine. Now they light up only slightly yellow. Fat moths or other insects still fly against the weak lamps. The spaces behind the lattice doors are without light and deathly quiet, except of rattling breathing and snack noise. The keychain jingles, the padlock cracks, the lattice door squeaks when opening and also when closing. Again the keychain jingles and the padlock cracks and I’m in the black nothing.
I’m in the damn cell!
I hold the damp and rusty bars of the door with both hands and press my forehead against it. Thick, roughly welded structural steel. Behind me the absolute nothing. I even don’t have the courage to turn around. Apparently nobody beside me is in the cell. Officers Sarang and Pangutana also lock the gate of the wire fence and quickly disappear into the sultry tropical night.
They wish me a good night.
I hope the officers may come back right now. Jingles the keychain, crack the padlock, let the lattice door squeaks when opening. Go back outside. Out into liberty. Put an end to the unreal story. It doesn’t go into my brain: