Rieke woke up in a wooden bed. She sat up and looked around. It was hot.
The house was built of wooden beams. Opposite her stood an old table with a pitcher of keys and a Sc h ü of porcelain, its red-checkered linen was white and scratched. Yew By dirty Fenstersch looked more wooden houses. She jumped up, ran out on the street .....?? Since no road was only sand, wooden houses it that looked all the same ,.... and other people who stood on the balcony as outside their houses and ... . what they did there?
Rieke had an empty, hollow feeling, as if it had been eroded. She looked into the faces of the people all friendly smile and somehow the same au ssahen and they did all d as same. They radiate a kind of u nbesorgte from indifference, because was taken care of. Work, leisure, food, entertainment, and even allowed to have one's hobby, like painting, for example .....
The whole area was decorated in yellow and brown colors. Wooden houses, like an old western setting in the middle of the desert. Nothing, except ... she saw the yellow sand as far as she was looking.
R ight, f already ast the end of the village an old man in tattered clothes had built a small stand. In a few cases was a board what different Were sold were rides that fit somehow not really in the neighborhood.
Two men with guns patrolled in front of his place, which will watch on there went. Rieke strolled along the road towards the booth. not notice you wanted to put himself at the side and watched the whole scene.
some something "forbidden" there seemed to be going on, and though the people who were on stand by to care for the goods rail n, they dared but show little interest in open . Only a few were closer to the situation and looked at the designed things. Then something strange was
Rieke on. Each time the men turned around with the guns themselves, somewhat distant, talked with each other or were inattentive, the old man took out from a corner produced a couple of newspapers that were hidden under a tarpaulin and quickly handed it on to a few people ... ....
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