“The tinkling of glass crashing to the ground, the sound of hooters from the junks on the Huangpo river, and then:
Nothing — absolute silence — total blackout.”
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Rückblende: Dschunken in der Shanghai Story.
“Klirrendes Glas, von unten zu hören: das Getute der Dschunken auf dem Huangpo-Fluss, und dann: absolutes Blackout.”
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“Above the open window a spider had stretched its filigree web. I asked myself, whether this spider asked itself, if it were a real spider. Most probably not, because, as we are led to believe, animals were presented with the ability to react to situations but not the ability to think logically, in contrast to […]
“Er, what?” I looked around me. The room had changed radically. I jumped up and without paying any attention to the lady, I ran into the bathroom. There too everything and it really was everything, had changed, from the bath to the bathroom mirror to the soap dish: original thirties in the twentieth century. The […]
Before the war, not only in the Café “Les Fleurs du bien”, were the so called “modernistes” reading Xiandai - Les Contemporains in Shanghai. It was an important voice of the intellectual Left.
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Rückblende: Intello-Magazin in der Shanghai-Geschichte.
Xiandai - Les Contemporains, das war so eine Art Zentralorgan der intellektuellen Linken in den 30ern des letzten Jahrhunderts […]
“I know what. It was the Chinese. They were quicker. They pumped Tom full of poison and then dumped him on the street. Like – gift wrapped and then bingo! He’d hardly been there any time when along came the cops, then the blood wagon, and Tom was whisked off to hospital.”
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Rückblende Ambulanz in der […]
“I wondered what would happen if, our ‘oh so cool’ Lin, who conducted himself perfectly, as if he had everything under control, if, after the next turning, he was suddenly catapulted into 1972 and we were confronted with a whole street full of an advancing horde of the Red Brigade? It would probably be pretty […]
Buy a green tea can at a kiosk in Renmin Square. Stick a Pall Mall in my mouth, damnit, I have started again. Look at the time, 8.55pm.
Want to go straight back. Then it happens. A girl speaks to me. Walks beside me, asks, „Hello. May I come to your room?“
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Rückblende: Green Tea in der […]
E-Wa quickly took his place and steered through between two junks. But the helicopter would not be shaken off. Then Lin emerged again with–I could not believe my eyes–a veritable Stinger. I tore this high-tech contraption, an aircraft exterminator, from him and thought ‘YES!’ At last I can do something that I have been trained […]
The air changed. The noise level rose. Noise of traffic. The revving of motors. A silver jet plane in the sky. People in modern clothes. An enormous monument with the icons Marx and Engels between flower beds.
And something like a shaking Fata Morgana appeared on the skyscrapers on the horizon.
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Rückblende: Marx/Engels-Denkmal in der Shanghai-Geschichte.
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I helped myself to a can of Tuborg, lit a Pall Mall and inspected my office. Antiquated cupboard containing piles of dusty files. Boring. Shabby wooden desk with a yellowing note pad , a metal filing tray, empty, a couple of pencils, a glass ashtray, with Chinese characters on it, and, literally, an antique Remington, […]