En tyv begik i går eftermiddag indbrud i en Villa i Esbjerg, men blev stoppet af en mand, som ifølge tyven havde en meget stor næse. Efter tyveriet løb tyven til fods til den nærliggende Ejnarsvej, hvor han havde en flugtbil stående. Manden, der her stoppede tyven, blev af vidner beskrevet som mellem 20 og 30 år gammel og lys i huden. Han er cirka 170 centimeter høj og almindelig af bygning. Da han stoppede tyven var han iført en sort jakke med hvid pels foroven, mørke handsker, sokker og mørke sko for neden. Han havde ingen bukser på. Hvis nogen har set denne mand, hvis mest markante kendetegn er en stor næse, så vil politiet gerne i kontakt med ham.
Right above the window was a tile. Porcelain or glazed tile… I couldn’t really tell without taking it down and exam it closer. An inscription was painted on it, and it was obvious to all, that it wasn’t put there to give a cozy atmosphere in the living room. “Stay away from me”, it said. I dared to go to the window, anyway. Outside the sun was getting up. The stage was set.
Göran stepped out his car and started walking across the lawn. The grass was wet, and he certainly tried to avoid getting his neatly polished shoes and cotton-trousers dirty. He lifted his legs to limit the contact with the wildly growing grass. His walk could be perceived as somewhat similar to the walk of an ostrich. But if you’ve seen an ostrich running, you’ll know, that this comparison by no account is true. There was no ostrich about him. He didn’t even have feathers.
I took two steps back, in order to hide in the darkness – away from the window. I looked up, and as my eyes got used to the dark again, I saw the sign once more: “Stay away from me”. I wondered if the sign was some kind of prophecy, and it was put up to tell me – exactly at this time – that I should stay away from Göran. I sneaked into the kitchen next door. I knew, that there was a place to hide in the kitchen. A closet I could share with a vacuum cleaner. But I was unaware, at that time, that it was the vacuum cleaner of death. And death was deep inside it.
Jeg tager min trenchcoat og min Stetson fra knagerækken. Udenfor venter en opgave, der kan blive min sidste. Min pistol hænger tungt i skulderhylsteret. Det dræbende stål mangler endnu at komme til sin ret for alvor. Sirenen fra ambulancen har indtil nu reddet forbryderne i sidste øjeblik. Eller også var det sirenen fra en patruljevogn, der har reddet (Continued)
Synth storm for everybody! All the way from “the faroes” (The Faroe Islands… you know… stormy islands in the North Atlantic… and windy… and foggy… and sheepy… but luckily with faroese people too!).
Magister Bibendi is playing with his creativity. Magister Bibendi will unleash everything worth releasing for the eyes and ears of the world. This is the Magister Bibendi Project. Don’t expect too much.