large window onto the roof and knocked on the windows of the other classes. That's why someone was kicked out of school last year. It happened to be Dr. Gotthard, who played the class leader.The first few days we only had four hours. But unfortunately (what does unfortunately mean here?) Always the same teacher. This time I sat in the front, on the front left. Right next to the heater. My god what the heat. After the first hour I was already a sweating heap of misery. I turned and looked into the bony face of a rather skinny classmate. His name: Geisler Daniel, also called Geisler.


The conversation was rather dry, nobody knew what to say, shortly afterwards we were all busy taking out our writing materials. Because Dr. Gotthard had returned from the toilet. The students who were on the roof held their breath. The teacher was counting. When he finished, he noticed the difference: four people too few! "Four? Why four? There were only three students on the roof. I really had to cheer for the students. Dr. Gotthard asked a student if he could go to the office and asked if these students were excused.This was about to start when there was a soft knock on the window. Ben and the rest were standing outside.


Dr. Gotthard squinted first one eye and then the other: "So what do you have to say in your defense? Oh, let's forget the clutter, guilty in the sense of the indictment!" The students were silent. "You already know that you risked a reprimand, right?" Sebastian looked at the teacher with big dog eyes. "Well, I didn't see anything and say nothing ... sit down!" The class celebrated the victory over the teacher. I would have loved to order another beer (was just kidding). I think the title should be changed to "What students and teachers do wrong"! The fourth student was a girl who had also stayed seated, but then logged off at short notice and moved to another school. But the only important thing was the victory over the teacher .....!


As already seen so often, the teacher was a being plagued by students with a lot of courage and perseverance.You could see a lot of stamina in our sports teacher. He made us fall before but never so that he had to make an effort. The sports apprentice was an old man with a white chamois beard and a bald head (don't ask me how hair fell completely bald!). The morning mist slowly cleared, exposing a dripping wet teacher. Mr. Betz had allowed himself a rest in his garden that evening and fell into the school pond while he was sleeping (at least that's what they say). He stared grimly at his wet sports clothes. The strangest thing was that he sat down on the grass and pulled a small box out of his pocket. He opened it and took out a yellow toothbrush. With that he now brushed his teeth. When he was finished he stood in front of a fir tree in the sun.


After a few minutes he ran back into the school building and started a final spurt. On your marks, get set, go! The teacher jumped up and ran down the aisle with a monkey tooth.A ping pong table appeared five meters in front of him. He dodged. Unfortunately the cleaning lady had used too much floor wax at this point. As if he slipped, banged his head against the ping pong table and crashed into the hard tiles on the floor. The impact echoed throughout the schoolhouse.


Suddenly all the students stormed out of the classes and ran to the accident site. I slid down the railing to get there faster. The poor teacher was lying in the middle of the stone floor of the corridor, which was decorated with large windows on the side walls. I opened the large glass door and stepped into the hallway that led to the sports hall after about 80 meters. I saw the two ping pong tables, the floor wax-cleaned tiles, the equipment cupboards and finally the teacher. He doubled over in pain. The face was grimacing. He clutched his leg convulsively. Then he looked up and at me. He just stared at me. I felt that he needed help.His eyes flashed as he saw the rest of the students come through the glass door.


I didn't understand anything anymore. The students all took their cell phones out of their pockets and gesticulated wildly on the receiver: "Hello, this is Tim, ......, I know that you are mad at me because I am not coming home ...... What? A teacher is badly wounded here right now! ......, oh mom! ......, how? ......., yes, I'll be right there! Bye! "


It had been like this for 2 hours. School was long gone. But I just stared at the place where the teacher had been lying before. Shadows flitted over the place. What secret force could do such a thing? I paid even more attention to the shadows. Everything around me was silent, just these shadows, they drove me crazy. I completely forgot about myself. Only the shadows were left. The shadows that scurried wildly in the picture. Everything around me started to glow like it never existed. Only the shadows grew clearer. Suddenly I heard strange voices whispering something in another language.The background began to turn a little bluish and it became more and more clear to me that I was no longer in school. A kind of dream phase enveloped me. Now everything became clearer again. I was in high school. But apparently only for a visit. It occurred to me in a previous life. I walked along the Biogang until I saw these large glass windows on the left and a light blue door on the right from which a flood of light came out. I walked purposefully towards this bright door without paying attention to my senses. The door was wide open and at first I could only see Weis. That inexplicable glow. It attracted me magically. When I stepped through, everything was gone again. It was like entering another dimension.


It was a second corridor, abruptly next to the first. On the top of the right wall were small windows through which one could see the fruit trees in the school garden. They were packed with apples. The day turned to night.I walked down the corridor until I found a large round opening with a wooden frame. It led into the school's green garden. It was clear to me that there was no orchard in the school, but since I stepped into the corridor I felt as if another world, which, apart from some things, was no different from ours, had come very close to ours. The door was just the entrance. So I didn't think any more about what was wrong here, but took a big step on the lawn. I couldn't feel anything, absolutely nothing. The grass was grass. Green and juicy, but it didn't feel real.


There was a large deciduous tree about ten feet away from me. He was different from everyone. It looked like the garden was endless. Always a tree at three meters. It was perfect. But this tree carried something that was different from all the others, it had a large black birdcage hanging in the branches. In the birdcage there were lots of small, colorful canaries.It was exactly twelve. They moved wildly and fluttered about. But one bird, a white and red one, did not move. He was frozen. Not from the cold. There was another reason.


The bird stood on one leg with its mouth open. I repeated my thinking, on one leg, twelve birds.


It shot through my head. 12 birds, 12 teachers. A bird on one leg, Mr Betz with a broken leg. The cage, the school. The wild birds, the working teachers.


Suddenly I heard a noise that seemed to come from the air. I sniffed the wind examining it. That was something. Something new, unique, putrid. The stench led me down a small path and then through a hedge. The dark green leaves of the hedge made it look like a black wall from a distance. The wind rattled the branches and a leaf slowly sailed to the ground.


The deeper I got into the hedge, the bare it became and seemed to extend endlessly over the entire square.The branches became thicker, lumpier and more crippled. The various leaves had collected and dried on the floor of the corridor. Every time I stepped on it, it crackled and a cool breeze ran through me like a shiver.


After a few meters I heard crows screeching above me and the wind rustling. The sky had become gray and cloudy and the entire path bed was made of trampled earth and crackling leaves.


Then the storm whistled through the wind tunnel and the dried-up trunks of the hedges creaked ominously. The hedge had to be much higher by now, because the sky could no longer be seen through the thick undergrowth above me.




Finally I came to the other end of the branched hedge wall and was now standing in a clearing in the middle of which there was a dome. The round, not very pointed roof was supported by wooden pillars, which were circled with ivy. The whole dome was overgrown with ivy.This plant was the only thing that wasn't withered. On closer inspection, one saw that the pillars were of no use, but that the ivy held the dome.


The dome stood on a small rise in the clearing. They had circled the hedge wall at least 200 meters high on all sides. The ravens and crows had their nests in the branches of the hedge.


In the dome was a statue that was also covered with ivy. It was so beautiful that I went over to the dome and wanted to see it up close.


I carefully scratched the plants off the statue. It showed a young girl who held a long knife in her hand. On the blade was written in ornate letters:


Steel spring,


the indestructible knife made of indestructible


Metal.


When I touched the blade a feeling of warmth ran through me and a lovely voice whispered to me:


- Think of the birds and be quick!-


I was back in an instant and hurried down the hill. Then I threw myself down into the endless undergrowth of the wall and disappeared into the passage.


The way to the other side now seemed much shorter and I almost got wings. The girl who showed the statue had wings too. Wings like those of a swan or an owl.