Probably we are cool flowers! "Well, Costa Rica," says Willi, a skinny cook with wire glasses and a hook nose, "those were the days. You want to have me on our farm ... but what about my 800 toads support? I'm not getting there. Here already. No, I have to sit out this. In two months I got treatment, then I hope it will do with the pension. They send a whole around the world. The rest is not. "He led his nicotine-stained fingers the cigarette to his mouth. The three hundred € room was small. On the art parquet floor were his paintings - unframed, one above the other. They were built in the snow. William did not paint for a long time. Since the story of his cross he did not cook anymore. He sat all day in his room and talked with people who visited him. That was what he did: smoke, sitting, drinking and talking. drunk on his bed until he tipped to which the small table was pushed to the sat his illustrious guests. Including me. I turned off then most of the TV and shut the door. The only one in this boarding house on the lake, he never locked his room. In his day was always the open door. They came and went. If you do not approve of his Tetra Pack Wine liked, they brought themselves with wine in bottles. Or Cracking. When weather permitted, we sat at the tiny balcony with its hemp and tomato plants, as well as the many small pot of freshly sprouting herbs. He worked as a cook these things like fresh. As he ran out a week before the payday the money, he urged me to go into the sponges. Jo had a car. He himself knew the best men's mushroom reasons. I agreed. The Lord of mushroom base proved a flop. "There's probably up there chanterelle," said Jo, pointing to a steep Kuhwiese. We were working high on a hillside, which had pounded the cows. Water stood in the holes, stemming from their hooves. One of Willis cowboy boots got stuck in a muddy hole. When he tried to pull him out, he fell full length in the mud. It started to rain. We gave up and sat down under the roof of a barn that was gray and leave on a slope.
William won the tetra pack wine from the bag and drank. For a mushroom-seeker, he looked unusually dirty. The first sip gave him back his good humor.
"Up there, there may really" Chanterelle, said Jo.
"Oh, forget it. Fuck the boletus, shit "to the chanterelle, said Willi.
Why all at once? "Wondered Jo. "Yes, you were" the driving force that I added.
"I will give you something," betrayed, "said Will, grinning the grin of a man who is content with his life because he has nothing left to lose:" I hurt the damn cross, I look like a mud wrestling and probably am I anyway flowers cool. "
" Or we all, "Jo remarked dryly, and began a joint to turn.
Fin
