Our Man in Europe: dave delacroix: Part 61: "Judith's Special".

Part 61:   "Judith's Special".


...Met a guy in Hieger, or Marburg, Munster; some place...I was jammin' on the street...who "kopt" me in some Deutsche bohemian pub...and invited me to tell him my tales of travel....which, free beer ensuing, I nevertheless gave him the "abreviated" version... to a stone cold stranger.

Infact, he was actually just desperate to talk, to spill his guts, to tell HIS story!... He was the epitome of unhappiness. Not just drunk, (we both were) but a deeply scared soul...of mega proportions.

Tall. Lean. A skull of a face. Blonde, going on ragged. 25 to 39 years of age. Affectedly demented, but wryly wise. HARD as nails. (Hans? Klaus? Wolfgang?)
From a good family, one supposed?

His Doctor (Sans Borders) parents had raised him in Iraq, Iran, and later? Afghanistan.

(Idiots?.... Thinking:  Girls?...Never trust a Doctor, ALWAYS marry a Dentist!)

...And he had - at first hand - seen the damage the "toys" of the Super Powers (in this case, Russia...and then the United States) had had on the people scratching out a living in the outlying villages/provinces of the afore-mentioned countries; the Butcher's bill of WAR...and to witness as a child...!?

When, finally, after 5 or 10 years, "Doc" Mom & Pop (and the now extremely traumatized child) eventually moved back to Germany...presumably to either save their son's fragile soul/finish his schooling in more sympathetic surrounds/regroup their sordid zealousness ...and plan their only son's yet future exposure to NEW horrors!!?...HE (the kid), hooked up with some equally severely deranged brat who...at a rail-road (bahnhof) station - I'm not making this up, folks - decided to throw himself in front of an express train, yet could NOT execute this madness without firstly ANOUNCING IT to my drinking buddy (Hans, Klaus, Wolfgang?) ....looking him DEAD in the eyes...then commiting his act of self destruction.

(think splashed, squashed, tomatoes)

.........

This (scared) young fella? -Now a Tree Surgeon by trade:

"I'd like to PLANT trees, Dave... But all I get asked to do is cut them down!?"
-he laments, whilst expressly advising me NOT to go a´roaming - as is my want - in the mid-East countries of his childhood.
"You`ll be kidnapped, gang banged, then skinned - literally - alive!"

 And this/my drinking buddy (Hans, Klaus, Wolfgang?) had on his maturity, circumnavigated - hitch-hiking - the globe... (in search of?) ...and had pretty much sailed the Seven Seas, to boot! -which in the course of, he had gathered / had many tales to tell....and that mostly, would be un-believed;

Marco Polo had the same problem...you may recall?

 This night? This week? I am a guest of a great landowner and civic figure in the German countryside, south of Hanover, where there is great merriment, music and eloquence of Life.

His guest house - at present - being under re-model? -he has me housed in a "marquee" of a House Tent comprising of six rooms with a fully stocked kitchenette, deck furniture, inter-net access, guitars and all the "mod cons" that if you WERE Lord & Lady "Muck" you`d expect on a trip that would make "camping" tolerable!
Also? -Situated thus, it does not escape me that my host had considered their residence`s garden locale, apart from the main house`s "goings on"... that I would have "creative space" to compose and write without disturbance.

Most gracious.

My HOST, my friend, a stella musician, incidentally, the HEAD of this ancient family, has an adorable older sister who, having taught English IN England, spending many year there...has great fun fixing me "olde Brit Cafe" style breakfast fare:

                                        Sausage & Chips

                                         Eggs on Toast

                                         Beans on Toast

                                         Lots`a ketchup!

                                         Sausage, chips, eggs, beans on toast!
                                         (Lots`a ketchup!)

....and as her name is Judith? -we call each breakfast plate... a "Judith`s Special".

"TWO JUDITH`S SPECIALS, LUV, AND A POT OF TEA!"

(Actually, I write this "in jeste" as Judith does in fact prepare many great, exotic meals; her culinary skills are quite brilliant; sprinkling Paprika AND Curry powder on quality wurst (huge sausages) I thought was beyond haute cusine and, indeed? -a stroke of Genius!...I`ll never gnaw on a naked sausage ever again!)

But BACK to my drinking buddy...who I met in Heiger, Marburg or Munster (Hans, Klaus, Wolfgang?), for... subject to his tragic aura and jaded kharma AND on-going trauma...I fear he will never experience, encounter OR attract the kind of "safe harbour" experiences OF Life that my own life - uncannily - regularly meets in my travels.

Alas, for most folks, he is too DARK a Messenger...but I convey his story, here...and someday in the future? -we will meet again... And? -because we in fact got along famously, talking of many interesting and lighter topics; it`ll be a Jamboree. A Jamboree!

I hope so.

We`ll make it....a "Judith`s Special!".


 c 2011/Monsoon June/our man in europe/dave delacroix/Lower Saxony/germany