Chapter 9 Todtnauer Part 2 The Innocents

part two innocent (1) [On the movie screen: the interior of a country palace, antelope and stag horns, stuffed birds on the walls, but all very elegant.A lady is playing the violin and a gentleman is playing the piano.The elderly man, dressed in an elegant suit, joined the other guests this time in a low-backed chair and listened.After a while, people in traveling clothes and luggage began to move silently across the stage in a steady stream. ] [Also visible on stage: the toy railroad that the old man built, now suddenly very large, especially the little village.It was enlarged, so to speak, to such a scale that the largest building, perhaps a church, was now a few meters high, and it had to be in line with the other buildings.Those who crossed the stage had to squeeze partly into the middle of the building.The old man's frame had slowly shrunk so that he was strapped in as if strapped to a baby chair. ]

older men: [Speaks to the woman.She put on her traveling clothes again and stood beside him with her luggage. ] This is really not the world anymore!Our diggers uproot the trees in the forest.We warmed each other in our snow-covered log cabins, meters above our heads in the void, of defiant water.A substance as tiring as earthmoving, for which we are hunted, our eyes focused on utter nothingness.But this serves our temporary enthusiasm.In sports we are an ornament of our being.Put us in front of others.However, we only have this right to reclaim the bottom of our hearts and take back the unsalable products that we finally bought in our own stores.It no longer matches our well-groomed exterior.Sports are now our real interpretation, as works.Strange implements grow from us, and we fight to preserve each other.And to win.Except in parallel slalom, never shoot downhill at the same time!Preferably one after the other!Start and finish time is measuring it!The most personal thing about the opponent, his whistling wind blowing into our faces.We forgot all about it in the countryside of our wood-panelled cabins full of vistas, fronted by fences made of ski-tips.This is our world.If we are going to move toward life, toward the light, we must put ourselves to work right away, delicate seedbeds, quick prayers, wrapped in waterproof suits.We are deeply imprinted in our materials.This foundation safely bears our weight.Nature!In a city where even the most cautious walks are subject to technological glitches, we feel like strangers between lawn mowers and sprinklers.We looked out of the glass with the light for too long, we were struck by lightning, and Brilliant Future expertly buckled on the roof of our car and set off, out again.let's go!We become useless in the city, we wear ourselves out in nature.Greasy wrappers and empty bottles surround our homecoming as someone celebrates us taking them out of paper and throwing them away.We are called to continue exercising our bodies every day.We are well aware of the treasures we have, certainly not all the minutiae, and we have to move on slowly, always chaotically and joyfully.We live and are happy, and only have the atomic bomb, that ruined power station that makes us sick!We don't need them, cars will kill us.

[The woman opens her suitcase and rummages around looking for something.When she was about to start the following passage, she took out a woman's national costume, tried it on carefully, and then began to slowly take off the clothes on her body, preparing to put on this national costume.The old man began to move around in his curled up frame, trying to get out of it.The woman sat for a long time in her underwear. ] that woman: And there are worse things than dismantling a power station in a central part of a city: dismantling a disabled fetus in a uterine sac.His own morbid nature might just make him so unnaturally small!He should stop singing and disappear.We would like to stay healthy and dignified, congratulated on our beautiful voice with which we light the fire between the poles.Or order to shoot the dogs in the bushes.Until we get snatched by our funny tabloids and have to stare into the face of the sun with a lipsticked mouth and blowdry hair.Victorious on the slopes, one says enough to one's self, and one concedes to one's self: one was down there last year, but the other one was always there too. This is it!A person, we can find out his happy side, he can keep other people for himself.After all his jokes had the right to drum drums too in the chaotic baths, in the pools of entertainment, where the hideous jockeys bumped their hips and the water spouted from their sparrows.On log cabin nights when the log cabin is on fire, the throat yells with gusto: the clink of glasses mingles with the sound of the forest.The yelling grew louder and it seemed like we were quietly feeling at home.Mr. District Commissioner has a real job on his hands.The prelate, who flips the pretty woman onto himself in the hunter's lodge.It is not for nothing that he is full of endearing talent.Genuinely amiable, far from his church, they grumbled and grumbled as they wandered about, tugged at the dogs' leashes, they spat on the dogs' muzzles, they rubbed their hands, they broke cups and teeth, Something new strikes.This man squandered millions (household wealth) and aroused the favor of millions (people)!Including governors and state legislators, this close, vocal reality, who rumbled through the forest roads in their heavy Hartberg bodies, lowered their horns to Blow it yourself so that their voices can be heard everywhere.so that they resonate.Note that your own range is now broken!Greased wrappers flew in all directions like clouds.They squatted on the ground, but others were bleeding to death for them!A confidential envelope has been handed over, prompted by an Austrian who is too rich.Corpses rolled on the grass, the fir needles creaked, and gentlemen of the country, these marvelous lads, vomited on the edge of the forest, considering how much beauty they could still hold there.Women, too, have been given to them, and they cannot bear it, and cry among them, as if they too belonged to being.Their bodies were under heavy fat, crunching as their cargo was unloaded.Nature is powerful because it is too beautiful to beautify itself.But it belongs to these people!May they, these masters of the earth, continue to exist, who, like the crucifixion, stretch the sky and the deepest abyss toward the devil.They themselves have sworn to be there forever, keeping pesterers out of nature.These ordinary people just destroy beautiful things.People can't give them anything, but it must be against them.Electric skis are difficult to operate and driving performance is uncertain.These poor people live in their hovels!My premonition tells me that they are not far away, but the future!It is a pity that there are always more and more people from their unselected kind.How ridiculous their clothes are!They are henpecked.The prelate seduced women with an air of grace that could not be separated from his light ecclesiastical robes.The first thing is to make him, this sincere man, so attractive, how beautiful it is to see him dance, pay his price, and make love!Yes, how much does it cost!Still, nature is worth teasing the people on the edge of the canyon and knocking the woman to the ground.Innocent eyes flashed from the face of the jumping roe deer.The priest embezzled a little of the Abbey's millions, and now, when people get testimonials and point fingers at him, implying that he did anything, they cry "never again return".He's an expert at the shooter and is generally respected, if that's the case.In his SUV, he clearly wants to be admired by others, the strict wife.The lights mourn in the woods, the trunks become opaque, the sinewy, obscene ethnic rolls crouch behind and hide, lightened by being bundled into several rolls, welcome, plump of.And we get a premonition from something in the future, from the day.Such a hidden event is simply not suitable for the atmosphere here!

part two innocent (2) [The self-motivated woman now puts on her national dress taken out of a box.The older man is free and walks up to the woman, who happens to have her clothes pulled down over her head, and he uses this opportunity to approach her and hug her.She stopped him kindly, but firmly, pushing him back.Among the endless crowds, people from old movies are now starting to appear on screen again.The hunter appeared in the background of the stage, aiming his shotgun. ] older men: Our whole passion is nature!It has to create many things.Maybe we have a chance to be in the middle of it and read it.Farmers have already started the preparations before farming in the middle of nature.The fir trees towered against the storm.In the distant autumn night, the stream is murmuring.Talking to yourself is enough, people have long since compromised with themselves.It's that simple.The wind roared around the cabin.Snow flutters.Is there something simpler?What about something that is easy to forget?Like I tell myself everything, but I don't believe in myself.Wherever we go, we already exist, through our solid footprints, is it necessary at all, alas!Make deserts out of all?Technology threw us on that field, we flew like pieces, we were there, but we looked exactly the same as before.Great things can only come from home, and exactly that: it belongs to us and no one else.Strangers disturb what happens to us in their own glee, and they don't know how to choose.But nature knows how to dig it.After all, this is what they want from it!But they are just excited at best.They did not let the peasants guide them.The farmer had already had air conditioners and showers installed in his two rooms.These strangers!They dragged their terror-filled phenomena into strange places, where the wind howled, and they should be called strangers.To this end they have neatly arranged their mother's delicious cake① in their handbags and travel knapsacks.But they must be packed with goodies too!Also included are local wines that we like to drink.We don't waste anything.There's nothing harder on the necks of us all than napkins!We are content.We dodged uninvited guests in our SUV on soft country roads.Technology is in complete control of us, and we drive our cars with care and caution.

① The "MutterKuchen" here is combined into "Mutterkuchen", which means "placenta"—annotation.At the same time we have found a place for our own giant, the one that tarnishes the sun: a home.Since we own it, we never have to think about what's going on.Never before!We came, made the stay our own, and forgot about everything else.If we had reached the cabin above, washed clean by the washing avenues of nature, we too would be innocent.Its swift brush works on us: our black forest can bury the action and the big round cake in us thoroughly and swiftly.Sweet nothingness!The emergency security striker comes from the cream near the temple.Mother Nature has no responsibility, and May makes everything new.it used to be!There is beauty in the forest, and one can love all creatures.But what happened, we'd better forget about it!Our cars set us free through open spaces.We've kept ourselves in check for too long.We didn't think about anything, we just did all of it, yes, the opposite: once the restraints were loosened, our loudly gasping thoughts might go further than we did.But the blood remained on the ground.It doesn't speak to us.We didn't lick it clean.With our minds, we can't even move a little bird in a tree.But: where do people go, a scary spiritual world.Marching into history, but we have not been there yet!Do you hear footsteps?We walk around in strange existence as if in a grape vat until the blood gushes from under the soles of our feet.In our blind ignorance we don't understand ourselves anymore, and rightly so, because someone is already there!The battle for encroachment has been lit: behind the little dairy, the umbrella store, the neighbor's bookstore.Now everything is ours and nothing more will happen!We don't let anything go bad.We will act so that we will never be outdone again.This is in the past, and it has never been.When our thinking is enough and always right, we will never be the same again.At this time we can highlight ourselves and we will look better!It's just that no one else has said anything.And only then does speaking begin.But we fell asleep in the swaddling womb of our own wonderful and fresh furniture, believing that history might not survive until it caught up with us.It is impossible, I think, to go beyond that warehouse in which we have invested reserves to our advantage and our own survival.

[On the screen, nature is bright and clear, almost too clear.Everything that is pleasant and lovely is seen in bright sunlight.The older man tried to kiss the woman, but she refused, tenderly but firmly.She knelt before him and re-laced his skis.She puts a hat on for him, and so on.And all this while she's talking!A moment later, after she had secured his athlete's number and buckled his backpack, she wheeled him onto the piste.A football game was broadcast on one or more televisions, almost silently, except for occasional noises when the crowd shouted at a camera on the television screen.The older man scrambled around on his skis for a moment, a little hesitantly.Then, he was attracted by the pictures on TV and enjoyed the game. ]

part two innocent (3) that woman: How lucky that others have to experience death for you!You have gurgling waters on your mountains, but you have robbed a large group of people of their comfort.Death deprives a man of his relation to his fellow man, and it does so in the end that he is alone again.alone!If all is pointless, one can pass one's predicament on to other contemporaries, into the world of mine, where one can sit alone on a bench there, peeling a sweet orange skin.Start smoking a cigarette after plodding uphill!In the past, this was the whole world in everyone's heart!You have made it possible for the whole world to be destroyed in every human heart precisely because man is sinful.The horror is opening to reality, standing on tiptoe, looking slowly over the crowd at the ticket window, the crowd patiently pushing their way to the empty stands, and as the lines step in, the stands Something is slowly approaching.People can only hand over one side, give them time, surpass another person, surpass this opponent.The wind picked up, roaring and cheering for his team.Fruit hearts and pieces of torn paper are flying.Dust swirls in the air and the stadium is a house of fear.People overtook themselves, they roared like thunder, and the wind tore their coats.They raise their arms, the perpetual liars, drunks, cheated.And then they throw themselves into their arms, these robbers, cops and criminals, because their team seems to have won.Or not yet?It's impossible to see the ugly stuff when the roar creates a cloud of smoke!People expect to see everything from a distance, but it doesn't look very real up close.As the conscience, the self has already sat on the position of human beings, and the self-existence has already sat on the position of human beings.At the moment the hat is flying.You kill this whole mass of people, thereby cheating them of the moment, as the only one who once again steps up to the curtain at the moment of death and can bow down.Because one person can, like a few murmurs of glass, quickly lay blame on another person, so even the negation of death, this moment, has already been annulled by you .

① das Nichten des Todes, also translated as "the death of death" - Annotation.Because there are already too many people in this house of death.You definitely had to bluntly tuck them in!Close the door carefully, and indeed, bolt it with fear from the outside and from the inside!And now I am afraid that there is no gate that is more silent.People hold their breath.Two minutes before the final whistle, their balance will not be held endlessly!Loners began to appear on the stairs, trying to get to the bus station before everyone else.When people can't wait to go to the bathroom, they don't have to squeeze around in a ruthless way.Everyone is engrossed in watching the performance of their favorite athletes on the field.The eminently lean human factories that built them a god of merchandise, brands that glittered on jersey bodysuits and trousers, this little piece of homeland in an eerie state.These stars, they are as human as you and me. How radically "thinking" changes the world!There was a look of joy at so many presents: this one team, and thousands more in the galleries and corridors.You've reserved a place for the winners to arrive, but you're only worried about them disappearing without a trace!Is there anyone there?The huge circular path is really completely empty!We thought, when we hear the sound of fear, this cry must come from somewhere.But when we sat down and opened the bag of chips, the sun was shining long before.Now you are standing on top of a big mountain.You've escaped to the mountains, so what have you found?It was a gloomy corridor that opened.We can quickly gather to compete with fear before it even has the potential to lurk there, with money bags bouncing in it right through people's eyes.And once again we are comforted by the charms of the victors.Always on the piste, you master of existence, do you hear it panting behind you?It bites your calf!Then say it again: you're standing on top of that big mountain, the sun is up, you're listening, and the other athletes are up the very steep stairs, and they're learning it the hard way art, and soon loses it, and throws down the dishes.But you are up there now.Please imagine this problem, and you can introduce this problem!But then people break away from you, one by one, in the cold weather of their own skiing down the slopes.They fly past you like arrows.

[The hunters aim at the screen and begin shooting silently. ] Instead of birthing something from this spooky place you've been fascinated by, your technology has made millions disappear!History reversed in an instant, and a hand appeared and lovingly handed over the dead again, as if waiting for them was a mother.A hilarious movie in which the person who was just laughing happily loses his existence.But he just bought this existence, this feather-light popcorn on a cardboard drenched with gleeful spittle.From nothing there is much!In this historical film, which is always very tight, you arouse the curiosity of these people, the film does not stop at any station, so people have to jump in and jump out of the car all the time.Yes, the point has been unequivocally proven: you have mishandled this technique, because these people have literally disappeared!They become material, waving and jumping up, seen briefly in the blinding light, just for a second, a tiny fraction of a second, illuminated with great solemnity, played to good effect by you, while You're exhausted again.They leapt to the edge of the flaked snow.You don't regret it!These people, like the whole forest, are sometimes sensitive to the weather!Then let them go!They seem to be run continuously by you.Under continuous million-fold repetition.Before they had time to see the abandoned things again, they themselves had been abandoned long ago.

[The waitress in country dress reappears with a tray of mugs of beer, with the body parts and the child's head lying sideways.She serves the hunter, the woman, and the man with the tray in hand. ] that woman: [At this time, the man is still staring at the football match on the screen. ] Your skis, which meant the world, burned behind them.There was no trace of any of these poor foot-rovers ever to be found.In your and our great name, you made this a light-hearted concert, sold out the tickets and applauded the conductor.No traffic here!Please stop where it is marked, and if it's like a cloud that keeps you adrift for hours beforehand.And even in the swimming association, it can be exciting.People always cherish the present, the snow is magical and beautiful, welcome you and your whole family, and wish you all the best skiing!nothing.We all hope that our footprints may be more like distant sounds, a long-lasting noise, but now no one can hear it.This is an effect whose traces are lost in the snow.Another hard push with a stick, good knee bounce, and staring at the abyss, it's the target of many, many people who suddenly wish they could slide downhill like a world champion Brilliant, they are also world champions, they can see the last moment as both the beginning and the end.A short struggle for appropriation and admiration, a short flurry of dancing, a flock of problem birds, and quietly disappearing into nothingness.physical education!We've been waiting a long time for sports to come to the silver screen.People disappearing from the street into the house, leaving or going out, there is one person who definitely cares about that!You probably can't remember it?You probably can't remember it?

[An old farmer with a white beard in national costume comes up. He has heard the whole story for some time, and then he shakes his head strongly and solemnly again. ] [The old man is sitting in front of the screen, but he is just skiing with his feet, but it is only half-hearted. ] part two innocent (4) older men: Fear of this issue hangs over the western world.It paints the candidate players on top of a sports team's jersey jersey, and it banishes them down the old road, back to the shell of their aging goal, where it matters for their tryouts.Everything was taken from them, including the road.No trace, no light peeking through the cracks.But I'm going to yell at that cabin, ask someone I know, and I just saw a door shut.The forest is not working as it should be, and everything I was happy about and everything I believed in is gone.What is coming has not yet arrived.The past is nothingness.I heard nothing.I can't remember, but I'm going to have a pair of loafers ready at the door for this comer, who's worn out a true amateur like me long before the game starts.You are the only thing this profitable pro is going to find from me if they knock.The hardness of the original rock will not let you down!The scenery changes with the seasons.I'm just talking.Having been tortured enough by "thinking", in this apparent emptiness, I just want to sleep.Start your hike right there from the cabin.But as I said, everything will still be taken from you.Also include your photo and name.And that which has passed will become insubstantial. [All this time, the woman in national dress has been observing the farmer.Now she went up to him and took his traveling knapsack, from which she drew an axe.Then she takes him behind the screen and forces him to crouch behind and talk inside.At this moment the old man stood up, took the ax from the woman's hand, and began to chop wood in silence. ] old farmer: [Enters the screen, and speaks with a comfortable rural accent, like a play directed by outdated Nesteroy.] ] ① ① Nesteroy, an Austrian playwright and comedian, is the last representative of Viennese classical folk comedy - Annotation. ② Zyklon B is a product of Degersch, a subsidiary of Degussa AG, and was used by Nazi Germany to massacre millions of Jews during World War II——Annotation. Zyklon B② is not a new product in the true sense, but it is new for human beings.This insecticide has been used to exterminate insects for a long time.This deadly chemical is produced by only one company, the German Insecticide Company, better known as Degesch.42.5% of the company's shares are owned by Degussa AG, while one-third of Degussa AG's shares belong to Farben Chemical Industries and 15% of the shares belong to Theo Goldschmidt Enterprise Group.The company's most important asset is its monopoly on the manufacture of Zyklon B.As an insecticide, it must contain a foul-smelling material, which is permitted by law, and which warns people of gas poisoning.Degersch executives now have to worry that their wish for Zyklon B to be odorless could jeopardize Degersch's monopoly.The patent of Zyklon B has already expired, and Degersch only has a monopoly on the patent of an alarm smell.Once this alarming smell clears, it could well lead to unwelcome competition for the program.However, without further hesitation, the company had to get rid of the alarm smell. [The woman helps the old farmer get up.The old farmer bowed clumsily and sat quietly on the bench in front of the house, smoking his little pipe comfortably. ] that woman: I can't find it out.Pack it up and leave.Perhaps I could say that it will take courage from someone, if the courage of everyone in this neighborhood is lost.If he just entered this cold aisle.After all no one around this corner could see if someone had been standing there all along or if an unfamiliar door was open.As for what is buried in the woodland, I can no longer care about it.Others have looked for mushrooms, but only death has been found.But now is the time to celebrate!We have found ourselves again!let's go!With bones on your shoulders!Trees, I think, shouldn't they rustle! [She shrugs and sits down, pulls a handicraft out of her bag, and starts knitting. ] older men: [Getting more and more angry. ] This is my "world of work"!Mature and seasoned, just like the change of scenery.Everyone has his own presence and moment.Then he woke up.The ravine is closed.The sun is up. [However, the mountain gradually darkened. ] There are joyful scenes everywhere.The guest, this summer's newcomer, is watching us.The fir trees are growing slowly.The prairie is flickering.The stream on the mountain is gurgling.In reality, we show up at rallies and speak our voices.We've never been like that.Nature itself began to wake up, and we also came to its side.It desperately needs us now!It's pretty much gone.But we have also lost our way.The early morning moments are the most beautiful.Something begins, nothing is past.Really, when nature feels itself, it may feel entirely new.Water falls into the autumn night.The snow made the surface austere and monotonous, as if nothing there had ever been in the past.It buryes everything in us.Including the nostalgia for the dead, this kind of nostalgia can never become a pure nostalgia, because what it needs is forgetting.So we stay at home, we are held fast by the stalks of our own home, appearing, growing and leaving only by us, only by our stalks. [He starts beating himself with the axe.First the turn of the body in the tray followed by all other parts of the body.It's just that he's talking harder and harder. ] We were scattered on the bottom of the valley, shaded by low roof ridges.Goshawks go straight into the sky like incandescent light bulbs.If he has his way, vacations are about working alongside nature.Livestock are walking in order to serve us and our love with their lives.They are to be watched over, but who is to watch out for us?Lightning struck and our yard was the only flame.We're about to gush out, but nevertheless, we'd love to stay until the snow falls.Even then, we'd never been there.Appendix: Jelinek's Walk into China①