"Wild Thing, you make my heart sing!"
From the establishment roared the first karaoke sounds of the evening on the terrace. There was I use Heinz, a German engineer who worked at NASA. German engineers at NASA: It was somehow tradition.
A great day was drawing to a close. Thirty-two degrees in the shade, if it were for ever been anywhere shadows, dark blue sky. The Space Shuttle launch was a few hours, and while Heinz and I were busy hineinzuschütten the contents of a pitcher with an American beer imitation in us, we watched the NASA-freighter, the two spent solid rocket of Atlantis to Port Canaveral brought back. As I said, a wonderful day.
When inside the pub on a women's combo "Oops, I did it again!" trying Heinz took the urgent suggestion that we should warping to another, cozier place. Sometimes the sailor jargon went through with it, but I knew what he meant. So we made our way to his old Oldsmobile, and nearly ten minutes later we reached a place of subculture, and here we are discussing now is not necessary to determine whether the presence of a subculture of a culture necessarily implies.
The same place was on the other side of the harbor of Port Canaveral, where the fishermen moored in the evening with their catch. At the end of the wharf, there was an old warehouse next to a thatched hut, or rather, a covered wooden counter. As always appeared in the early evening a young lady, accompanied by several coolers filled with beer and cola cans. American small business at its finest. And as they went about their business in wind and weather, the sailors always knew where they could go after hours to flush the salt of the taste buds.
And what about this: When a company settles successfully follow them. Heinz directed me immediately to the warehouse. At the front of a wooden staircase led up to the upper floor. In one room, which formerly had lived most of the hall supervisor, gargekochte seafood were offered. Heinz ordered several servings of crab meat, randomly arranged on paper plates. knew as a regular guest Heinz just going further: He went to the rough-hewn wooden tables, rolled from one meter from a paper prepared lying remnants role and turned it into an illusion of a damask tablecloth. And shortly afterwards proved to be uncertainty about my lack of cutlery to be unfounded: At each of the tables small wooden hammers hanging on Sisalfäden. Heinz grabbed one and began to smash the crustacean in edible parts units. The taste did not fit with the atmosphere: He was terrific! I have rarely eaten better crab meat. was
drinks are not, however. It was below the shelter. There is now some boats had arrived, and it started the competition, "Who has the longest ... uh ... fish? "They are featured on the proud sailors with their prey in addition to a bar, and the enterprising landlady fired shots with a digital camera.
Heinz ordered two cans of beer. Next to us a couple of men were engaged in a small iron ring set in a pendant so moving, that he hit a nail into a wooden beam. Those who managed to got a can of beer.
One of the men had a larger bundle of dead fish lie beside him, all as 30-40 centimeters. When he aimed the iron ring on the nail, Heinz said: "Your dinner" and pointed to the fish. Captain Ahab
hesitated briefly. "Drew! I eat the beer. "
" What, raw? "
Somehow I liked the glow in Heinz 'eyes not quite.
"Sure, crude! How else? "Laughed Ahab.
"I do not believe it."
I gasped. The guys here did not look as if they're in the mood for jokes only.
Ahab let his arm with the iron ring to drop slowly and looked at Heinz with the look of a hungry asp. "How was that?"
"I think I am not," repeated Heinz. He seemed not to disturb the situation.
"Five dollars, and I'll show you how I always eat the bugs!"
With a short blast peppered Heinz a five-dollar bill on the wooden counter. God knows where he had the fetched as fast.
Ahab wondered why no second. He let go of the ring, grabbed one of the fish and bit the head off him strongly. After he had chewed two or three times, he looked triumphantly at Heinz. And not just him. Between his lips were hanging out the two fish eyes and stared at Heinz as well. The
grinned. "Not bad."
"Once five dollars, and I swallow it," offered to Ahab difficulty articulating.
Heinz took five milliseconds to hit at the second bill on the counter.
Ahab began the abstruse work. Meanwhile
said one of his cronies. "If you give me even five dollars, I'll thump him one on the muzzle, so he swallows faster"
He had not finished the sentence, since the bill was ready. And just as quickly Ahab came to enjoy the essunterstützenden measure.
Someone else said: "The idiots should someone call to order" - and whoosh! was the next bill on the table. Five minutes later, Heinz
another eight notes going on and the scene was like the court to hell. Heinz pulled my sleeve to behind her car. When he accelerated, he said: "At that point you should be better, since it Uncomfortable. "
I was stunned. "How do you know?"
"Do I once a week. Is it funny, right? "
Exhausted, I slumped in the passenger seat. Five dollars! One wonders why the American defense budget approaching the trillion limit, if one could destabilize five dollar Portiönchen whole fabric of society.
When we returned to the karaoke bar, a young male voice choir intoned just "Money for nothing" Dire Straits by. That could still be clear tonight.
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© 2007 cologne-Prussian editing Institute
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