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Gabbi WernerGirl Friday – the Book of Bad 20. Frozen

Von | 20.12.2013, 9:10 | Kein Kommentar

He was freezing, he said. Why doesn´t he call his wife, if he needs warming up …

Welcome. To the stories I told in many hotelrooms. To a man who had trouble falling asleep. A business deal. He paid for my words. Here they are.

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R. laughed when I told him I had no crayons. „Never mind, girl, did you think I was going to buy a screwdriver today?“

I actually had, but decided not to tell him that.

„I mean, no way I would make a drawing just like that. I can just draw a cow, I think, or a cloud. Man, it is so cold  today, don´t you think it´s cold, I am freezing here. I must turn the heater up. Are you cold? Are you alright? You are quiet.“

I started telling him about the tiles I had seen and wanted to feed him the numbers of the value of all the Klimt paintings, to have his mind digest them, but he stopped me. „I don´t like Second World War stories. They depress me. I want to feel ok. Do Second World War stories make you happy?“

I said that of course, they didn´t. „That is good. They don´t make me happy either.“

I tried to explain that it might be of interest to him, as it was a tale which did include a lot of math, he could add up the estimated value of each single painting, and then subtract the money Austria was prepared to pay. I could not let go of the thoughts I had had that afternoon, nor did I want to just step over it and go tell him another superficial story. It was too demanding. But he just kept on going, without noticing that I was trying to connect to him, maybe confide in him that, for once, I wanted to be myself around him.

„And what we want here is happy, light, and relaxation. Ok?“

I said ok.

„Well, if you are ok, then I am ok too. Is it cold in here? I am freezing.“

R. walked to the climate control and started punching the dial franticly. „How come you are not cold? This thing is not working at all.“

For an instance, I felt like answering in a different way than I did. I wanted to tell him that he should call his wife if he needed warming up.

„Have you ever been  this cold?“

I said that I could not know how cold he was, as I was not.

„I mean cold, I can start to shatter my teeth here if it helps you to take the point. Give me a cold cold  story. To warm me up. A Dickens one. All the poor people suffering next to the stove. You know, when they don´t have enough money to buy any more coals, and one of them gets very ill and nearly dies, or maybe he does, I can´t remember that part.  But not another made up fairy tale like this one. I want to know when you were cold and what you did. Go completely Little House on the Prairie on me.

He went to his bed, slipped under the duvet, and shivered.

I said I had been to Iceland once, and asked him if that was cool enough.

To be Continued. First Friday 2014. At 9.00h.

Link to German Translation: click  Girl Friday – Buch des Bösen 20. Kälte.

Artwork: Gabbi Werner

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