No idea what made me take notice. I mean, we are honest: Who has taken a bum? Although he always sits in the same place. And usually I back out and no money, because I thought he might as well do something for his money, rather than simply stop the obvious: bad singing, for example. Or play bad triangle. Ventriloquists or bad.
What was different that morning ...? Perhaps the strumming of a very small change in my pocket. The fingers on my nerves this smell like dirty metal, and you can buy them anything. I once thought about it, so to feed the ducks and art call, but the concept was not well received by the public. Otherwise, every fucking find innovative, but retractable times a fat duck ... because what is happening!
Anyway, I gave him my tiny small change given. Against my principles. Just like that. And he says: "Thank you, Andrew."
And I say, "All right, man"
While I go on, it works in me. Do you know the second, just before you get to a cause? So, as if one looks behind his jam sandwich, which is a just fallen out of hand. Then it makes Flatsch and you know it: why does the name mean? So I go back and ask him.
He answers: "We 're friends. "
" We are friends? Since when is that? "
" In a few days we will be friends. "
" Aha. And how do you know then now my name? "
" Because you do to me will think the same. "
" Why would I do that? "
" You ask me? "
There are conversations that lead to nowhere. And above all, they mean that you miss his bus. And this, in turn, that zurücklatscht pissed and complained to him that has a bus can be missed. But before I can anpflaumen him, he says, "You've missed the bus, I know."
"Yes, but that's not the point ..."
"the 105s, right?"
"Yes, but that's not the point ... how do you know "
He stands up and gives me his hand:".. Hi, I'm Erik, the time travelers "
" Andrew, hello "
Erik nods, grinning, and I notice that I have him just presented . Just as he predicted.
Erik and I were actually friends in the coming weeks. I brought red wine - and not cheap, as Erik was able to distinguish bad from good red wine very good, after all, he had many years of red wine production in the seventeenth, eighteenth and accompanies the nineteenth century. What it did not stop to put a Grand Cru of the neck and runterzukippen him like bubble. He did amazing things to report, less than what anyone could look up the history book, but about what just was not in the history book and are there never would. Did you know for example that Napoleon wore women's underwear? So, I do not.
"And that's really true? With the Napoleon? "
" Of course this is true. "
" And what is with the other ... Stalin, for example? "
" the well. "
" What? The too? "
" If I you say. "
" And ... Catherine the Great? "
" The also wore women's underwear. "
" No, I do not mean. They say things to her. With men. And a horse ... "
" No, no horse. Since only once a Siberian captain was there, everyone called the horse, if you know what I mean ... "
I understand. And was sure to never be able to take a history book in hand, without manifesting images in my head, which made every historical event into a collection of perverts and Travestiten. Nevertheless, his stories were amusing, and if he will not remember something, he concluded his eyes briefly slumped, a piece of collapses and suddenly appeared again.
"Well, I was again there," he said then, "and I assure you. Michelangelo eyed"? "You met him"
"What do you mean made? I gave him two years assisted "
I cried." You were just ten seconds off "
He replied calmly:" If I had you here now will have to wait two years "
This went on all the time between? us. Now and then he plunged, he was back and knew everything about galley slavery, Roman trade, Greek architecture, Middle High German Love songs or modern colonialism. And because I served him continue to fine red wine, and he persuaded to use glasses, we both gave off a strange sight: a bum and a nine times Kluger, the red drink made of expensive glass and - sitting on a house wall - in conversation.
That could have go on forever, because the conversations with Erik, the Voyagers gave my day structure and let me go home always smiling. Then, suddenly, I had a great idea, in hindsight, the most stupid was that I have ever come.
"Tell me the lottery numbers of times but next week," I asked him.
He shook his head: "I can not travel into the future. Only in the past. "
I scratched my chin. "If you are in the past, you have but also in the future, to come back?"
Erik shook his head: "No, I must in the present. Not in the future. "
" Wait, "I cried. "When we first met, you told me we were already friends ... So: Future
Again he shook his head. "? Just because you think the here and now for the present"
"Are we not in the present"
"no. But we are also not far from "
I was thinking. If we were not in the present, then we were in the past. I thought were the present. And the rest of humanity as well. That was once a novelty! And a practical one at that. Can be likened to assess whether a business lunch or a date for an order to a liaison led or a football game was worth the entrance fee. Or if your numbers were on the lottery ticket the right ones.
"you can not make an exception? ? Please me "
Erik hesitated," Because you are my friend "
Yes
" Your life will change quite ... "I shrugged
?. his shoulders. "Then I arrive let"
He hesitated a moment, then said: "I can not tell you the numbers from next week.
What he meant was, it hit me until a week later when I read the headlines in the newspaper read: no lottery numbers. The mixing machine had failed. For the first time ever. I walked to his seat, but he was no longer there. And not even the next day. Or on the next. I fear he will not return. I miss our talks and the sloping red wine on the street. It has made my life so colorful - now it's gray again. Everything has changed. Just as he had predicted.
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