The radio was just playing the old song of Led zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love, when Conrad switched on the device and it made itself comfortable in its television chair. He pricked up his ears because he has not listened any more to this song since his youth. And it aroused suddenly memories in it which it had already replaced since then. It looked around, lasting the loudspeakers of its stereo set were high the song as it stalked as a young whippersnapper along the street to go to its red cadet. Yes, the casual way how it moved showed everybody it was the King, the one, this one reform the world wanted to change. Been and what kind of go-getter it was at that time. It always had success among the women, it was the centre everywhere. Whatever he said was made. Yes, he was already a crazy type. He saw the gear which he had worn at that time in spirit, the far blow of the trousers, the short jeans jacket, the black shirt and the silk scarf, around his neck. He had looked yes smart at that time. Not as rottenly as the others, shirts here having been put up with their holes in the jeans, and the general appearance rather messy, when neat. No, he had worth of more put on his outside as the other ones at that time. But it had brought what to him? He was not
more popular in the female world because of this.
The radio was falling silent at this moment. The song came to an end and tore Conrad back into the reality again. Go-getter? He was a bullshit. He had his mouth never dared to open. He could be father out of pure fear dig one in. With the girls he had never had success. Others had always walked off with it. It was the quiet one, the restrained one. It was never loved. On the contrary, one only made use of it. What at that time did was really that way, was its old red cadet? It was its friend, it rely which could always, up to that one when the MOT had decided it must leave it days. And since it did not have money at that time to get it ready again, it was forced to take this car to the scrap. It broke almost its heart at that time. But he did not have any choice.
And, today, how would he like to tie to this time again? He would like how to be that boy, passionate fellow, only this time again differently. Enjoyed being like him had.
Occurred to him suddenly again, the gear of that time still lay on the ground in a box above.
He attacked from the armchair, how to behind fell to it the stairs ran up to the loft to land on the ground with a loud noise and it stationarily looked around in the diffuse light of the lamp in the door. Boxes and suitcase, old clapped-out piece of furniture, lamps and suchly other things stood at random everywhere around here.
And it saw them there. There was a box in the backmost angle of the room with the label: After date. And it was safe, the things were here in this which it put down at that time with its youth. With trembling hands it opened carefully the carton out of pure fear, it, the contents could damage. All the memories which were not put down only in this package but also in its brain were aroused again with a blow.
Conrad drew a garment jet black out like the night. His slimfit shirt. With two on sewn bags, otherwise mediate very much. But he had just liked this. It was a special shirt just because it was plain without flourishes and decoration. Simply simple but solid. But something like that did not exist today any more. All shirts were cut more or less at once. Everyone hung for one like a
bag on the body. Not but this shirt. It was tailored to the body so to speak and lay at it like a second skin. Today, should be the fashion yes so again. It then would feel well again.
He rummaged about more deeply in the carton, gripped a garment again and held his trousers in his hand. A bichromatic jeans, the legs and sides made of ice blue substance, botty and front, you held deep blue like the step. The feet above briefly and narrowly were covered by a long far blow, however. The blow was more than 40 centimetres long. It was proudly been man at that time when it had bought these trousers for itself. For the first time it had acted contrary to its father. It was perfect against this. But it would not care for Conrad at these trousers. He took the trouble on himself, like a heavy rucksack which it was necessary to transport.
As the next garment Conrad. transported its black jeans jacket to day in whose breast pocket the silk scarf still was. The complete outfit was available. And a moth had not dared to put hand to these garments within all the years. You were received so well as if they had been bought just today.
Conrad took the garments into the arms and pushed them tightly to his body. He forgot the world around himself.
He did not know how long he had sat there so. He finally got up, took all pieces along and went to below again. He carefully put at them on the bed and she looked of far, arrived there in the bedroom. „If I merely would suit in there anyway again“, he thought loudly. But a look into the mirror told him that he had gained in numbers since that time three or four. But it burned him on the fingers, to slip into this gear again. He claimed to feel the feeling then into himself, this feeling of the liberty, the to be unbound again.
Tears of the mourning slowly rolled down his cheeks. How should he get this former feeling again?
He could not differently. Conrad scrambled to get, the gear of the body the shirt took and it put itself about. He did not believe his eyes believe capable, but he had to notice the shirt fitted. After all the years it still fitted like at that time. Nothing stretched nothing pinched. It matched like a
second skin.
He took the trousers now and to his astonishment he had to notice this garment also put itself like a second skin around his body. He put over the jacket, took the scarf and hurried to the mirror around him to commit oneself around the neck correctly, like at that time.
He could not think himself what he saw at this moment. The boy who even then had looked at him stood in front of him. Not one bit older, not one bit thick. He had no just the same looked at that time. He most quickly committed himself the scarf, attacked into the living room and fetched the photograph album from the shelf. He knew where he take hold to must, had found the side with a handle he, where he was exactly in this ravine in front of his red cadet. Like a young teenager he leant against the car and grinned into the camera. He tenderly painted over the photo. Little tears formed. He thought of the car.
He awarded the album to full rage, put shoes on and left the flat. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of the independence at least and if he would run only
in this ravine around the block of buildings. One still could go into the local at the corner, perhaps one would cause a little sensation there.
He had hardly stepped in front of the door, his heart skipped a beat. What stood in front of his house there? He did not trust his eyes. There a cadet serviced shiningly red execution in LS. Exactly this one is like at that time. It slowly approached the car. Toy dog which it had at that time looked into the inside and saw his at the moving bench. It was suddenly sure, this car was his. It did only not look like him but its car stood from the seventies here.
Conrad gripped into the trouser pocket and felt a bunch of keys, drew this out, took the car key, this one was fastened to this federation, led it into the lock with shaky hands and gave a jubilation cry when the key had turned and the vehicle opened so.
It vaulted behind the steering wheel, fast ignited the car, slammed the door and let the tyres squeal. It was whole in its element now. It had got back its youth. What it believed lost, everything
seemed again to sweep back to it. Full of joy and pride in his chest, he turned a round after the other one through the town. So long until the morning dawned. It then went to its house, it parked the car in front of that and stroked lovingly about the bonnet when it had got out, walked for two steps toward the house, turned round once again, examined its best piece, entered the house to get dressed for today's working day.
Quite calmly it peeled itself from the gear, it put on its bed, went in the bath to make oneself fresh and took the working clothes and occupied itself. When it stood and looked at itself in front of the mirror so, it got almost a fright. His outside was like before again. He had realized a creased face, so right, his forehead showed the flat naked front of his skull again. He could not bear this sight, what induced him to leave the bath as fast as only possible again.
In the kitchen he took a cup of coffee out of the machine, this one he had put on before, a bread lubricated and his breakfast enjoyed in this stand. Lost in thought what he raised his coffee cup to the lips and burned to this, he solved a quiet curse
of the lips. A look to the watch betrayed, to him he might himself for his breakfast no more time lets, around which he snatched his briefcase and the bunch of keys and left the flat.
When he had arrived in the street, he looked forward to his old cadet, but his BMW parked in front of the front door instead again. Slowly and full of doubt, it approached this car. Had it only dreamt everything? Had this everything not been reality last night? It had been safe to have sat in its cadet and to have driven around the whole night with that. But it got doubt now.
It had no time further to think, however, took the BMW and went to work now. But only he thought about the last night all day long. The concentration on the work was tremendously difficult for him. He produced many faults, to what one was not used of him. His teammates which noticed this therefore mentioned him, more than only a surly one: It nothing "is"! not got to hear them. He wanted to speak nobody apparently, therefore they left him alone for the rest of the day. Nothing also has itself but changed through this on this day. It remained restless and nervous
and extremely uninterested at its work.
It feverishly pressed itself contrary to the closing time. It wanted to go as fast as possible home. All its other habits the indicator of the watch on four stood, it snatched its things and stormed hardly that, out of the company to the car against and rest home through the town.
It ran into its bedroom and stood rooted to the spot at the door, arrived hardly there. There the gear of yesterday still lay how he had imagined it on the bed. His clothes from last days.
He scrambled to get fast the clothes of the body, stormed in the bath, a shower took and put its clothes of his youth on again. After he had got dressed so entered, once again, he saw the bath more by chance in the mirror to get dressed the hair and saw the young tight wiry type again which, yesterday, he had already seen in this mirror. Full of pride he combed his hair rightly, a little gel took, it smeared in and the hair remained every bit by bit at his place provided for it lie.
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