Old Daddy

‘’ Old Daddy ‘’
‘’ Na, na, na ‘’
‘’ In Duisburg ‘’
‘’ Ah, your old father is living in Duisburg. ‘’
‘’ No ‘’
‘’ No ? ‘’
‘’ No ‘’
We won´t come any further this way, the black Grufti ( scene in Germany whose followers dress completely in black, have parties on cemetries... No satanic sect ! ), with deathly pale make-up, nineteen at best, female, is evidently unsecure, but certain rules have to be followed.
‘’ Firstly, I am not that old, secondly one says Good Evening at first, thirdly one speaks in a complete sentence ’ I would like to go to the Old Daddy in Duisburg ’, okay, I know it, we can do so. ‘’
‘’ How much is it ? ‘’
‘’ Well, it seems to be rather important for you, about 60 Deutschmarks. ‘’
Gruftis are no potential clients, Matushek remembers a Sunday morning at the Zeche Carl , when a group of at least 300 Gruftis passed him.
‘’ I also have to come back, probably, I have 70 Deutschmarks. ‘’
‘’ Okay, 50 and I will wait for 15 minutes within which the return trip is free, afterwards it is your problem. ‘’
‘’ Okay ‘’
They left, first on the motorway, Saturday evening half past one, as a listener of WDR II Matushek was just pampered by Gato Babieri´s version of ‘’ Bolero ‘’, a novelty at the classic night, but the situation was too strained to be relaxed, it had to be talked.
‘’ Whom are you looking for ? ‘’
A hand appeared out of the ocean of coat, disappeared and came back with a cigarette.
‘’ Is it allowed to smoke here ? ‘’
‘’ Of course ‘’
‘’ My wife. ‘’
A short break - her wife - talking reduces tension, what could I say now ?
‘’ For how long do you know here ? ‘’
‘’ For a fortnight. We met at the Baikonur and wanted to meet at the Queens today, I gave her a ring before. ‘’
Matushek remembered to have taken a gay, young, about twenty, nice but a bit naive, to the Niederrhein, to a small village or better a crowd of four to five buildings. His great love was living there, it wasn´t easy to find, neither the house, nor the great love, probably. The two met once and today his great love sent him to our home town. As it had to be expected, the door wasn´t opened - Sunday morning, four o´clock - I gave him my mobile phone - noone answered - I offered to take him back - No - okay, I gave him a bar of chocolate and left him - a bus will probably not drive there for the whole day - Matushek was sitting in his car again, driving into the night.
‘’ Do you think she is at the Old Daddy, now ? ‘’
‘’ I dunno ‘’
‘’ But you know someone there who will take you back ? ‘’
‘’ No, I have never been there. ‘’
‘’ Perhaps we should return ? ‘’
‘’ Why ? ‘’
‘’ Okay, that´s the deal, I will wait for 15 minutes, then ... ‘’
We talked about piercing then, nose, tongue eye-brow, one could easily see them, but not all locations that had been pierced. About politics, seven words and that was it, about profession, I was really a bit suprised, teacher at the St. Ignatius kindergarten, isn´t it located at the South station, Roberta Street - she even was a little older than I thought, bit I have never been able to class people well, concerning their ages.
We talked about music, then, with the exception of Curt Cobain, she could have read the telephone book of New York to me, about education, ‘’ laisser - faire ‘’ of course, I didn´t eecept that at St. Ignatius.
She disappeared behind the iron fence of the Old Daddy and after 15 minutes Matushek was sitting in his car again, driving into the night.

Pussy

Maja´s guinea pig is ill,, it doesn´t eat anymore, drinks hardly anything, even if the cat appears in front of the pen, it hardly shows any reaction. Mrs. Maria Theresa Schnarrenberger-Weitkamp opens her veterinarian practice at eight, and after two howling German shepherds, a hamster, two cats and a bird ( probably a moulting budgerigar ), Pussy is treated, Pussy, that´s the name of Maja´s guinea pig, it has kind of a knot in its stomach, Mrs. Maria Theresa Schnarrenberger-Weitkamp shaves Pussy nearly completely, makes a long cut, fiddles with it for five minutes, then Maja and the dressed Pussy come out into the waiting room, where Matushek is waiting for them, he can´t stand the sight of blood. Pussy is now given a ray treatment, then it is warmed with a hot-water-bottle, then it is feeded with a pipette by turns, and may even pee in the drawing-room without being sentenced to the shed. The next day, Pussy is cured so far, that the bandage can be changed, the naked Pussy is supplied with ointment and a new bandage. Now Maja wants to be driven to the kindergarten, yesterday that was impossible due to the guinea pig treatment. In the corridor, Maja and Matushek meet Mrs. Anneliese Breadandbutter, a Waldorf nursery-school teacher having made her mark in life, without any greeting Maja shouts ‘’ Pussy is naked ‘’, which leads to a completely unusual reddening of Mrs. Breadandbutter. ‘’ Do the two know my gynaecologist, isn´t there a professional discretion ? ‘’ lost in her thoughts she goes back into the team room. Matushek says goodbye. Down the few stairs, Matushek is sitting in his car again, driving into the day.

© 1999 by ulrich prietz