Seven Days Spain (6) "Oh yes, Karl-Heinz," I ask him, "what was it again, what this Englishman wanted to do with me tonight? Something like To ride my cock, or am I wrong with that now?" "I can tell, what he wanted to do with you, but I won´t. Normally I wouldn´t understand this either, but due to my strong and lasting consummation of porn on American websites, call me an expert now." Well ok, this guy now at least confesses, that he is plain watching pornos. Ruthless, without any mercy and without any respect for casualties. Yes, again, I gotta agree with my father, that a clear, straight and honest answer, a clear yes or no, is better than any beating about the bush. Better a man, that is honest with himself than someone who constantly pretends. Concerning Karl-Heinz consummation of porns, Kitty will surely find out in bed, whether this has some other benefiting effects. Even a blind person would see that there´s something cooking between Kitty and Karl-Heinz. Their behavior can´t deny that both are more than heavily crushing. This is noticed by Dieter, too, and after the new couple retreated again, he says to me: "Hi magic mouse, did you notice something going on between them, too?" "There was quite something going on last night." Dieter starts to laugh. "Now, that was our chuppy Kitty yesterday night groaning!?" "Exactly my honey pie, because of this Berlin guy missed the date, Karl-Heinz did comfort Kitty immediately." "And with each glass of alcohol the two came closer and closer ..." "Guess, yep, that´s what was going on!" "Hey, wait a moment you sly old fox, then I won my bet!" "What bet again? Didn´t we agree to forget that?" May 7, 2009 - 10:20 a.m. According to weatherman it will be bright and sunny for the next days. Without the dream couple Dieter and I take the bus to Porto Cristo. More than worth seeing there, and highly recommendable the Cuevas del Drach, the "Caves of the dragons". They are the oldest and biggest stalactite caves in Majorca and are named after one fabulous dragon, that is supposed to take care of some treasure there. In Germany, we have a gazillion of such dragons, of women, that guard their treasure from man so that he´s not going to the corner bar, or get amused visiting some sporting event. A man, that always does, what a woman wants, will become eventually totally uninteresting, believe me. In the afternoon, we take the bus back and enjoy the rest of the day and the marvelous whether just makes that pretty easy. May 8, 2009 The weatherman seems to be right, the day begins with a lot of sun and nearly no clouds. Again without Karl-Heinz and Kitty, we make a walking-tour heading to the ruins of the Castillo de Santeria, that finds itself on some 440 yards high ascertainment. For the way there, we need about three hours, but that is worth the trouble, as we have a more than fantastic view all over the east of the island from here. May 9, 2009 The weatherman doesn´t lie apparently, at least not in Spain. A wonderful day is coming up, again. Something like that is hardly known in Germany. What we do know is rain. To make us a little more comfortable, we rent a Seat Ibiza Diesel. With this rental car, Dieter and I head first to Cala D´or. This beautiful little village belongs to the few spots on this island that is still in British hands. Here, next to the domestic Spaniard, the German tourist belongs to the threatened species, too. The travel business Meckermann should start up some blitzkrieg here and should drag with utter dumping prices some Germans into this village, then it will be only a question of time, when we´ll take command in Cala D´or. From this village onwards it isn´t that very far to the dreamlike beaches of the Cala Mondragó. The little fisher village Cala Figuera lies a few miles south of the Cala Mondragó and belongs to one of the most picturesque villages of the island. It lies along some fjord like bay, deeply raging into the land, with a bunch of cute fisher boats and sailing boats anchoring there. We go further direction south and take a longer break at the beautiful beach of Cala Santanyí. The bay deeply cutting into the land is framed by forested rocks. On the beaches right hand side, we clamber up the stairs and find the place, from where one can admire the bizarre perforated rock Es Pontas. Close to Colonia St. Jordi the shore resembles some kind of duny landscape, more than known to me from the North Sea. We´re driving till Cala Pi and then turn around and drive back, we don´t want to visit the amusement center of El Arenal, an early bastion of mass tourism. Here the Germans have a party 24 hours a day. It´s a mad house like the Oktoberfest. And here they mutually poured beer all over their heads. May 10, 2009 This very day Kitty and Karl-Heinz finally manage to leave their bed. To talk them into some little island cruise isn´t difficult, as the program of Mr. Toshiba isn´t a real alternative. Karl-Heinz has taken his bandage off. He is able to walk free of pain again. Kitty has to get to a upright position first. No surprise, when one is camping out on some mattress for some 24 hours first. We´re on the way around midday, it´s again a beautiful day. We go to Sa Coma, to stroll around some there in the Punta de n´Amer. The Punta de n´Amer is a national park, located between the villages Cala Millor and Sa Coma. Today, there is the total building ban. In the middle of that area they had built an old watchtower, back yonder, the Castell de sa Punta. In front of this castell, the Bar es Castell can easily be found with its wonderful beer garden, where one can deeply enjoy and take the view in - allover the whole coastline straight till Cala Millor. The sun, the ocean and the castell, all like some illustration of some book of fairytales. In this very fairy tale, the couple lives happily ever after. Yes, the romantic love, the eternal love. Is this now only a lie, an illusion, a modern myth? Does it really only exist in songs, books or films? Is this, what you can watch on the silk screen, only some illusion, brought out by some highly qualified trade unionists, under the direction of Alan Smithee? We take a short break in the beer garden and enjoy the sweet idleness. Then we drive to Cala Ratjada. In the haven you have the opportunity to buy tickets for some trips with a boat. With some luck, you can see dolphins that are apparently not threatened by extinction. In opposite to any understanding, sensitive and passionate men. My father, by the way, was that angry, that so much money is invested in the saving of animals, in spite of a billion of humans suffer from starvation. We see our proud man with a chick. After some short erotic interlude, may the suspect declared winner shortly shove his tongue a little into the ear of his company. His Philippine wife sits probably at home in front of the babble box and watches some soap, where someone betrays his wife. Betrayers do correct the luck; this was already known by Casanova. And to be able to buy up everything, doesn´t make any happy either. From Cala Ratjada westwards up to the big bay of Alcúdia. We take a little longer break in Ca´n Picafort. This place in former years was a little fishing village and today some holiday location, including all and everything, a tourist´s heart can crave for. Numberless cafes and Restaurants lined up on the promenade. Via Manacor, we drive back direction Porto Colom and then shortly after Felantix, when the direction sign to Sant Salvador nearly jumps into our eyes. Dieter turns the car right to the small lane and after a million curves we actually do reach the cloister. From here, you can enjoy and even better view allowed the island, better than the one from the ruins of the Castell de Santueri, where I found myself traipsing with Dieter two days ago. We could have obviously saved us that stress. Totally. May 11, 2009 After breakfast, we give the rental car back and enjoy the seventh day, thus the last day before flying back. Departure day doesn´t count as any holiday day, because it just means stress. We go to bed early, because we have to be ready around six in the morning for the transfer to the airport. Then off direction homebound and the daily grind has you happily back in its claws. May 12, 2009 - 11:55 a.m. Our Boeing landed safely in Düsseldorf. Karl-Heinz stays another week long and can keep on entertaining himself with Kitty who will have to say So long to Majorca tomorrow. How their story will continue, time will tell. Physical passion isn´t to be the basis for a sane relationship, but their relationship just started out right away and it is a flux, a process. Thus everything is possible even up to offspring. Let´s wait and see. No doubt about a warm hot female body is for a man more than just some gain in life-quality. Karl-Heinz did drastically reduce his joke-cracking´s because Kitty is continually yattering. A relationship is a chance. Maybe Karl-Heinz will finally manage through Kitty´s influence to get something going job wise. What about drinking? Alcohol is good for shit anyway, apart from leading onto the dependency and into the self-destruction. The one, who learns out of mistakes, will become mature. The one, who always shifts the blame on others, doesn´t mature. A movie or books, where the main characters will finally marry in the end, are thought by many to be a story with a happy end. A movie is finished, but the life goes on. After the marriage now, we can have all the real problems start, mostly. Crises will come and will challenge the marriage. What is important is, how one is handling any of such a crisis. Life crises are at the same time chances for life. The shrink in me knows that love creates trust, but fears do create distrust. Crisis will inevitably come and will challenge the marriage. What about Prince Charles? Did he learn from mistakes? I think yes, he married again, but his new wife isn´t as pretty as Diana and for this reason there isn´t any danger that a riding instructor will be too interested in his wife. An all-inclusive holiday in Majorca seems to equal nearly a life in paradise. But of course all idyllic spots like that will be haunted sooner or later alike by crisis, catastrophes and criminality, and for many this would be so very disillusioning. But isn´t the ideal world nothing but some illusion? My father says, yes. And I´m sure, that he will be right, when he claims that we live in a fallen world. For more information about that, please consult the last pages of the Holy Bible and the newscast on TV. Often a second chance is mentioned, talking of new life and new beginning. God gave us humans a second chance, when he nailed his son to the cross, thus to pay with his blood for all our sins. The holiday exposed us to be sinners, and sin is the separation from God. But thanks to the belief in Jesus Christ we will be reunited with God. The one who expiations, the one who accepts Jesus Christ as his savior, will be saved, no matter, what all evil he did in his past. Thus there will ever be a chance for each criminal, prostitute and riding instructor. Epilogue Düsseldorf Airport Terminal, outside I place myself in the back. "What´s your name soldier?" Dieter is asking our taxi driver, because we on the airplane we actually did bet again, who pays the cab back home. I was dibbling that the last name would start with one of the letters between A and K. "Detlef Kaiser" is the reply. The driver who has a widely buttoned open shirt that shows off some fragile chain with a little cross. "Won!" I´m happy, and additionally mention to the driver: "The only Detlef, I´ve ever heard of, was Disaster Detlef. Hopefully your driving style isn´t that disastrous." "Disaster Detlef?" the driver is astonished, who quite contrary to our Turkish Michael Schumacher shows a really chill and relaxed driving style. "Yes, exactly. Disaster Detlef," I say. "I see!" says the driver and starts to laugh. Wait a sec, why does he start to laugh? I start to get a slight touch of idea. "Hey man, by any chance, could it be that YOU are Disaster Detlef? THE Disaster Detlef?" I want to know, burning curiosity my second name. "Quite right!" I´m baffled. "Hey, you´re a former friend of my big sister Sandra." "Which Sandra? Sandra Bullock?" He shortly turns around to me and grins at me. "No, with Sandra Schulz." "Sandra Schulz? No idea!" he makes me understand. "Man, you spent more time in your life behind the bars than in school." "Absolutely correct." Again, he starts to smile. Oh man, he seems to have overcome his dark past with humor. "And now you´re driving cabs? Isn´t it an honest job?" "Of course." "What happened?" "Inner changes. Crime sucks." " Who did change you that radically positive?" I keep on asking him and at the moment I think of my father and can already imagine what the answer will be.
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