Translation
Nachbarn
Das überraschende Unglück von J. und M.
The first and last ...
neighbors
His fist flew towards her at astonishingly high speed, along with his astonishingly intense plume. The feeling of impact was just as intense. She fell back on the phone table she had just set up today. What a shame! It was a new model, from the blue and yellow Sweden, and had cost just under 40 euros. It was light and about 70 centimeters high and had 3 glass plates as levels, which now sadly broke into countless small and large splinters and bored into J's back when her companion M. pounced on her and punched her face with his clenched fists . J. noticed the curtains, which from this angle no longer looked bright yellow, but almost beige and dreary. She had to wash them, or maybe buy new ones right away.
"Damn it, J.!", He shouted, as he always used to do, "You know why I'm doing this!", He insinuated her. J. was unable to respond between the woefully uncoordinated blows. The ring on his finger was really very nice. Nice and massive. He was just punching serpentine wounds on her cheek.
“You know why, damn it!” He said every time. "Because I love you so incredibly! I just can't stand it ..." He cried, like every time. J. was reassured, even when he kicked her lower body limply with his knee at irregular intervals. His confession usually heralded his incipient unconsciousness. And with her his god knows how many hospital stays. And with this again the doctors' questions - about his condition, and above all about hers, and so on. Jesus Christ, those curtains made you crazy again! And the table first! Would she get him replaced? She had to drive by tomorrow, at the blue and yellow Swede, and get in line in the endless line at the service. She had to call her doctor and cancel the appointment tomorrow.It was about the baby she lost 4 months ago. Maybe she should buy a new table right away, it was less complicated and took less time. M. was always a little…. annoyed when he woke up in the morning and there was no food on the table.
J. waited for M. to calm down so that he could toss him off. Maybe he broke her rib. Or two. But that wasn't bad, nobody saw that. Under the shirt. And the jacket. M. actually got tired and J. crawled out from under him with a groan. The chaos around her didn't shock her in the least. It was just the curtains, the damned curtains, that made J., 24 years old, a student from B., go into the kitchen, dial the emergency number for M., 29 years old, unemployed from B., and the cutlery drawer to open. She took the knife, put it on, and closed her eyes.
The neighbors hadn't noticed any of this. M. and J. must have turned it on very quietly, for weeks, months, years, because of the 160 neighbors in the large apartment block all said the same thing after the surprising accident. Namely, that they didn't know J. and M., and if they did, only by sight. That they hadn't noticed, seen or heard anything about what was going on in the apartment. And generally they didn't pay special attention to it, you have enough of your own problems today, even without those of others, with the children and the work and the damned money, and nobody helps you! Have you heard of the new child benefit reform? Nobody cares. The world has become so cold and indifferent.
His fist flew towards her at astonishingly high speed, along with his astonishingly intense plume. The feeling of impact was just as intense. She fell back on the phone table she had just set up today. What a shame! It was a new model, from the blue and yellow Sweden, and had cost just under 40 euros. It was light and about 70 centimeters high and had 3 glass plates as levels, which now sadly broke into countless small and large splinters and bored into J's back when her companion M. pounced on her and punched her face with his clenched fists . J. noticed the curtains, which from this angle no longer looked bright yellow, but almost beige and dreary. She had to wash them, or maybe buy new ones right away.
"Damn it, J.!", He shouted, as he always used to do, "You know why I'm doing this!", He insinuated her. J. was unable to respond between the woefully uncoordinated blows. The ring on his finger was really very nice. Nice and massive. He was just punching serpentine wounds on her cheek.
“You know why, damn it!” He said every time. "Because I love you so incredibly! I just can't stand it ..." He cried, like every time. J. was reassured, even when he kicked her lower body limply with his knee at irregular intervals. His confession usually heralded his incipient unconsciousness. And with her his god knows how many hospital stays. And with this again the doctors' questions - about his condition, and above all about hers, and so on. Jesus Christ, those curtains made you crazy again! And the table first! Would she get him replaced? She had to drive by tomorrow, at the blue and yellow Swede, and get in line in the endless line at the service. She had to call her doctor and cancel the appointment tomorrow.It was about the baby she lost 4 months ago. Maybe she should buy a new table right away, it was less complicated and took less time. M. was always a little…. annoyed when he woke up in the morning and there was no food on the table.
J. waited for M. to calm down so that he could toss him off. Maybe he broke her rib. Or two. But that wasn't bad, nobody saw that. Under the shirt. And the jacket. M. actually got tired and J. crawled out from under him with a groan. The chaos around her didn't shock her in the least. It was just the curtains, the damned curtains, that made J., 24 years old, a student from B., go into the kitchen, dial the emergency number for M., 29 years old, unemployed from B., and the cutlery drawer to open. She took the knife, put it on, and closed her eyes.
The neighbors hadn't noticed any of this. M. and J. must have turned it on very quietly, for weeks, months, years, because of the 160 neighbors in the large apartment block all said the same thing after the surprising accident. Namely, that they didn't know J. and M., and if they did, only by sight. That they hadn't noticed, seen or heard anything about what was going on in the apartment. And generally they didn't pay special attention to it, you have enough of your own problems today, even without those of others, with the children and the work and the damned money, and nobody helps you! Have you heard of the new child benefit reform? Nobody cares. The world has become so cold and indifferent.