: R. A. Liebfahrt
: Help, I'm the plague In the mirror of the neighbors
: novum publishing
: 9781642686760
: 1
: CHF 16.10
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 304
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Welcome to the one-man comedy show with Friedwald Fröhlich from Freudenstadt; today, however, not on stage, but in book form for reading. Friedwald's life could be so peaceful if it weren't for his dear neighbors ... With wit and irony, the first-person narrator shares his curious encounters with us: The famous twig hangs over the fence, the snow is not cleared properly, the music is too loud in the garden. Sometimes the vice squad arrives because they suspect a house of pleasure; sometimes the garbage collectors come to pick up the bulky waste; then ghost hunters come to clear up the ominous noises in the night. Torn between the two, Friedwald soon no longer knows what is right or wrong, allowed or forbidden, until he finally realizes: 'Help - I'm the plague'.

 

25 The peace convoy

Now I know what 0% financing means, which so many banks advertise. It's the renewal for free. I can only warmly recommend this service to anyone. In my case, I would never have been able to afford such a renovation. Now this inherited parasite is getting a completely new house too, is the tenor and response of some envious people on my estate. My reaction to this is:"Just let yourself be kidnapped for 0% financing - and everything will happen by itself!"

It's wonderful to live in a newly converted, completely renovated house. What's more, as I said before, this renovation didn't cost me anything. I am happy to accept this gift and now live comfortably in my feel-good home. A house is not just for living in and using, but also for feeling good. That's why I had extra power points installed to allow the energy to flow everywhere. I have created a paradise in the middle of paradise.

I have my neighbor Mr. Klaus to thank for all of this, because without his initiative to get rid of me, I wouldn't have been able to do it in such a short time and for no money at all. The paths to happiness are often strange, you just have to take them and accept them. My house now also has ghost ducts, specially designed and installed for Grandpa. I felt the need to do this because, after all, he also made a big contribution to my oasis of well-being. Now I'm starting to live properly. Naturally, I held a housewarming party after completion and invited all my friends and neighbors. I proudly presented my new home and thanked them for their help. The mood was rather subdued, perhaps they first had to get used to this new property.

 

Nobody came. There were a few observations and comments in the background, such as that the garden no longer matched the house and needed a general renovation or something. My garden remains as it is. It is, so to speak, my simple, modest oasis in the middle of a lush world. My material happiness has not improved the vibration between us neighbors. On the contrary, it fuels even more envy and resentment. I can already feel this a little, even though I'm still the same old esoteric, spiritual freak as before. Material wealth divides people more than it unites them. There is even something of an arms race among people, and everyone wants to be the first and the best and needs a visual showpiece, a palace for their claim to leadership. You can also see this in our street now. Due to my new building, there is now a beautification and expansion boom in the neighborhood. The properties are getting bigger, higher, more imposing and more luxurious and are growing out of the ground like castles.

Admittedly, it is beautiful to look at, but it comes at a high price. People are working day and night to finance these palaces, no one has time for each other anymore. There is a crisis in relationships, in families, there is a crisis in the neighborhood, there is a crisis in the country. Despite the greatest prosperity of all time, a country is becoming impoverished. Hatred and resentment rule the way we live together. Everyone sits isolated in their homes and spins the yarns of how