Translation
Simon
almost froze. The stone MOVED! And it wasn't a stone either, which was busily shuffling around behind the hazy surface of rain. It was obviously a small, black animal ... with a yellow bandana.
Simon jumped back and wanted to rush to the door. However, he hadn't counted on the guide, which was standing next to the door and which he almost crashed into. This recognized the intention and held up an arm like a barrier.
"Honored guest! What you do? Not good, going outside now. Very wet, not healthy!"
Simon pushed past him without further ado and pushed the door open. He was kind of surprised that his father didn't call him back, but he was probably just making out with his camera.Outside it was pouring like the monsoon. The rain fell from the sky in such masses that Simon was completely soaked in five seconds. But he didn't mind. He peered to the left and right, shielding his eyes with his hand against the rain, but nothing of the small, black animal could be seen. Now he started walking. First down the path, in the direction from which they had come. For ten minutes, but he saw nothing but mud and stones.
What did he expect? Chinese dresses or a panda? Nonsense ... what he had seen was simply an illusion, caused by the reflective, hazy curtain of rainwater. He went back slowly. He was now wet except for his underpants but the rain wasn't freezing. Cold, but almost refreshing in the warm air. Simon leaned back, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. With his arms outstretched he stood in the rain, his face turned to the sky and enjoyed the cool water on his skin and in his mouth.At one point he spat out the water and shook himself like a dog that comes from swimming. He involuntarily opened his eyes.
He saw nothing special, of course, but something strange nonetheless. To his left a kind of strap hung down about six feet, like from a school bag or travel bag. Simon reached for it but only when he jumped up could he grasp the strap and pull it down. He would almost have been killed by a heavy packet that rushed past him and thundered into the mud, then a thick cloth lay over his head and covered him. Simon waved my poor man and pulled the tissue from my head. He was holding a kind of robe in his hands. Made of thick fabric and incredibly heavy. It was white and had multicolored marks embroidered on it. Simon blinked. He had seen this habit before today ... He looked down. And there on a huge backpack lay some silk clothes, a combat suit, a white bandana, glasses and a large, red umbrella in the Japanese style.#####
TO BE CONTINUED
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Dream dancer:
* look angry at Simon *
Well ... satisfied now?
Simon:
Hmmm..so you haven't copied my diary anymore, but at least I had a better way of phrasing it. And your interpretations of my thoughts ... so really, I would ...
Dream dancer:
* go out of the room and slam the door *
Simon jumped back and wanted to rush to the door. However, he hadn't counted on the guide, which was standing next to the door and which he almost crashed into. This recognized the intention and held up an arm like a barrier.
"Honored guest! What you do? Not good, going outside now. Very wet, not healthy!"
Simon pushed past him without further ado and pushed the door open. He was kind of surprised that his father didn't call him back, but he was probably just making out with his camera.Outside it was pouring like the monsoon. The rain fell from the sky in such masses that Simon was completely soaked in five seconds. But he didn't mind. He peered to the left and right, shielding his eyes with his hand against the rain, but nothing of the small, black animal could be seen. Now he started walking. First down the path, in the direction from which they had come. For ten minutes, but he saw nothing but mud and stones.
What did he expect? Chinese dresses or a panda? Nonsense ... what he had seen was simply an illusion, caused by the reflective, hazy curtain of rainwater. He went back slowly. He was now wet except for his underpants but the rain wasn't freezing. Cold, but almost refreshing in the warm air. Simon leaned back, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. With his arms outstretched he stood in the rain, his face turned to the sky and enjoyed the cool water on his skin and in his mouth.At one point he spat out the water and shook himself like a dog that comes from swimming. He involuntarily opened his eyes.
He saw nothing special, of course, but something strange nonetheless. To his left a kind of strap hung down about six feet, like from a school bag or travel bag. Simon reached for it but only when he jumped up could he grasp the strap and pull it down. He would almost have been killed by a heavy packet that rushed past him and thundered into the mud, then a thick cloth lay over his head and covered him. Simon waved my poor man and pulled the tissue from my head. He was holding a kind of robe in his hands. Made of thick fabric and incredibly heavy. It was white and had multicolored marks embroidered on it. Simon blinked. He had seen this habit before today ... He looked down. And there on a huge backpack lay some silk clothes, a combat suit, a white bandana, glasses and a large, red umbrella in the Japanese style.#####
TO BE CONTINUED
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Dream dancer:
* look angry at Simon *
Well ... satisfied now?
Simon:
Hmmm..so you haven't copied my diary anymore, but at least I had a better way of phrasing it. And your interpretations of my thoughts ... so really, I would ...
Dream dancer:
* go out of the room and slam the door *