09/25/2021
Siebenkäs
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Hist!
Finally.
Nervously you trip from one foot to the other.
The old stone staircase.
Your aunt's house, which is almost as old.
(she has long since lived in a luxurious retirement home.)
Housekeeper - not a word you like.
But it may be true.
"Checking in on things now and then."
No matter.
You're standing in front of your escape castle.
Get me out of this cage.
You keep the bottle in a fake book.
In the library, next to the Buddenbrocks.
You wouldn't take it home.
Never.
There's no room for that at your house.
Too much efficiency. Everything runs like clockwork.
Long march through the institutions, my ass.
First they promoted you.
Then they promoted you again. And again.
Now what?
Executive floor. Corner office. As in "The Apartment".
But you've kept your subversive spirit.
Haven't you?
Now you unlock the door.
Up the stairs. Into the library.
-----
You hold it in your hand.
Geranium Odorata.
Almost nothing holding name.
Almost all holding fragrance
Almost is your word.
You pull the trigger.
The opening is like a door that immediately welcomes you with
citrusy hand into the beloved garden
into the beloved garden. Here everything is as it was in your childhood:
the old table, which stands in an enchanted corner on the
high-growing meadow, half-roofed by a
wild rose bush. The tangy fresh scent of many herbs,
mixed with mint and dandelions invites you to
To sit down. Paper and quill are already ready.
You take a seat and look at the magnificent geranium -
bouquet, which is in a pajama-colored pitcher on the table
on the table. You dip the quill into the small barrel with
finest cardamom ink and begin to draw.
The scent seems to guide your hand - its light, bright
green and encouragingly fresh children's garden aura with
this round, sand-cake-shaped spice doesn't need
to whisper in your ear anymore - you know it just the same:
All is well.
And when you're done drawing and playing,
and maybe roll-around-in-the-meadow sometime,
when it suits you, then, sure, then the soap may come into
play, too The good old rose soap, and you'll be sitting
soon after that, inside, at the dining table, and grandmother will
open the soup tureen and everything will be right again.
And at some point, the soothingly refreshing, mildly
floral, barely forefinger-bitter, delicately child-spicy,
familiar-herbaceous and comforting-scented melody softens.
With its slow fading, you find yourself again
in the house, without a hangover, content for now, almost full.
The amazing inner balance that the scent possesses,
seems to pass over to you a little.
Now you can return to normal.
To what they expected of you. Your duties.
And "challenges".
What a ghastly, missounding word.
Compared to "Geranium Odorata".
But you don't mind too much, you're again
you're ready for anything And besides - they don't have you quite yet.
In the next meeting, for example, you could come up with a
with a
well-sounding, balanced rationale raise for all junior employees.
Although - now would not be a good time
because of the upcoming company valuation. Then just
something else. More vacation? At the moment, unfortunately, quite difficult
feasible.
But you would come up with something good.
And you'd push it through.
Someday.
Wouldn't you?
Nervously you trip from one foot to the other.
The old stone staircase.
Your aunt's house, which is almost as old.
(she has long since lived in a luxurious retirement home.)
Housekeeper - not a word you like.
But it may be true.
"Checking in on things now and then."
No matter.
You're standing in front of your escape castle.
Get me out of this cage.
You keep the bottle in a fake book.
In the library, next to the Buddenbrocks.
You wouldn't take it home.
Never.
There's no room for that at your house.
Too much efficiency. Everything runs like clockwork.
Long march through the institutions, my ass.
First they promoted you.
Then they promoted you again. And again.
Now what?
Executive floor. Corner office. As in "The Apartment".
But you've kept your subversive spirit.
Haven't you?
Now you unlock the door.
Up the stairs. Into the library.
-----
You hold it in your hand.
Geranium Odorata.
Almost nothing holding name.
Almost all holding fragrance
Almost is your word.
You pull the trigger.
The opening is like a door that immediately welcomes you with
citrusy hand into the beloved garden
into the beloved garden. Here everything is as it was in your childhood:
the old table, which stands in an enchanted corner on the
high-growing meadow, half-roofed by a
wild rose bush. The tangy fresh scent of many herbs,
mixed with mint and dandelions invites you to
To sit down. Paper and quill are already ready.
You take a seat and look at the magnificent geranium -
bouquet, which is in a pajama-colored pitcher on the table
on the table. You dip the quill into the small barrel with
finest cardamom ink and begin to draw.
The scent seems to guide your hand - its light, bright
green and encouragingly fresh children's garden aura with
this round, sand-cake-shaped spice doesn't need
to whisper in your ear anymore - you know it just the same:
All is well.
And when you're done drawing and playing,
and maybe roll-around-in-the-meadow sometime,
when it suits you, then, sure, then the soap may come into
play, too The good old rose soap, and you'll be sitting
soon after that, inside, at the dining table, and grandmother will
open the soup tureen and everything will be right again.
And at some point, the soothingly refreshing, mildly
floral, barely forefinger-bitter, delicately child-spicy,
familiar-herbaceous and comforting-scented melody softens.
With its slow fading, you find yourself again
in the house, without a hangover, content for now, almost full.
The amazing inner balance that the scent possesses,
seems to pass over to you a little.
Now you can return to normal.
To what they expected of you. Your duties.
And "challenges".
What a ghastly, missounding word.
Compared to "Geranium Odorata".
But you don't mind too much, you're again
you're ready for anything And besides - they don't have you quite yet.
In the next meeting, for example, you could come up with a
with a
well-sounding, balanced rationale raise for all junior employees.
Although - now would not be a good time
because of the upcoming company valuation. Then just
something else. More vacation? At the moment, unfortunately, quite difficult
feasible.
But you would come up with something good.
And you'd push it through.
Someday.
Wouldn't you?
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