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Februar 2000 The Female Factor, is very important in this, Christine. When I'm ready, explaining, you will see. Broken hearts? Yes...No... How fast do hearts break? And then - these were the 70s, everybody was so "free" and love somehow a casual affair - no AIDS then remember? Came only later... What I looked at, these days, are three pages from a "Tagebuch" (diary) in german in the old suitcase. The writer is female, so much is clear for me. She is a little bit unbalanced, in my opinion. Look only at her handwriting! So it could all be the fabrication of an imaginative person... There are entries for 7 days, starting with the 01. January to the 13. January 1978 The language is very casual! I don't know, how far I can translate this!! |
1. January 1978 Hm. Should I really fly to England? Why not? The Pound is cheap. I really want to know, are the two types so super, like Inga writes? She is completely ......(in love?)...with the "Beautiful". But this is the way, Inga always was. The type has only to wear a suit, and she is .....(not translateable ) Puh?! A suit! I say! But what me interests really, is the other one, the longhaired. Green (there is a circle around the word) eyes, says Inga. I do. What about. I also have still free. |
3. January 1978 ...La,li,,la,la,la....What shall I say... He has green eyes curly darkbrown hair. Crazy. This was destiny. I am sure. Or why should I have gotten the day before yesterday the flight? And Inga has in truth .....(not translateable)...the "Beautiful" and has come with him and his friend to the airport, at 11 o'clock in the evening! And than! One look...(a name, completely blackened)...now I know London, like I have never seen it before. The jazz-pub (?) was great. At he end, we came to the flat of ...(again a blackened name)... Really sweet! And then...We are in the 70s, or? The time of the big Repression is long ago. We are not so, like our parents!! And he is sweet! When can I call him? No, for sure not today. To fast. Then he thinks, I am to much interested. No. But tomorrow... |
4. January 1978 Ach ja. We have telephoned. He was very surprised, that I call! Then we have chatted - About God and the World and So. Just as it got funny, he then suddenly had to leave. Seufzzzz. Naja, it is his job. Completely saying, what they do there, he didn't want. Is so, I think, like Inga writes, sort of police, but not rightly. Was a little bit gothic, how there lay his weapon, at home, and the handcuffs... |
5. January 1978 I think, I do it. Right. this will be THE surprise, he will look. Not calling, but I'm suddenly there. I do get a flight. Only Inga is .....not there. When I had her on the telephone yesterday, she was very much restricted - refering "Suit". But this one always makes the same mistakes. Probably it is all again finito. But she must know herself. And she should start to ...(not translateable, meaning: looking for the right men )...like...(I don't say names! Superstitious? And how!) (handwritten sentence under that: I idiot! Didn't help in the end) |
6. January 1978 (circle around the date) Oh man. I'm still completely exhausted. Where shall I begin? First it was very problematic with the flight. Then was fog. Arrived in London practically only this morning. Then with the taxi to......(here are some "not-smileys") his flat. Only good, that I couldn't find immediately the money to pay the taxi-driver. Because then I would have fallen into. So I could in the last moment hide in the taxi, when the housedoor openend, and first the two girlies did go out and ...(rest of the sentence is crossed and partly blackened)... I mean, did he have to immediately with another one... Ha! (This HURTS) Na, at least, it seems did go hard with her too, the two (guys) they left. Unshaved. Still in there black fine evening-suits - seems, they partied the whole night!!! I ask myself, what did happen there? Me of course - followed with the taxi. Good. Sounds completely mad. But so it was. But who explains my astonishment. What came then. I don't look through, how this is connected - because I would swear, the woman, that was something private - or? Although...how can one know this - from a distance? In any case, this happened, after they talked with the type in the appartement-house, they strolled so along the River-embankment, talked. And than one is pointing in direction to the river, and both are suddenly completely serious and tense. I did see them only half from behind, but stance and so on. - tells a lot. They did then go to the river. I sneaked nearer and - then I have seen it also - the naked women lying on her stomach, half in the water. Even for my untrained eyes - she looked dead. (a few handwritten words follow: "Dead" ...B.&D.???...women...enigma...Inga?...ask) |
12. January 1978 Tja, back in everydays life, end of the dream. Good, that Inga called at last. You can tell about Inga what you want, but she is imaginative! Well, as a journalist, surely it wasn't so difficult, to find out, that the female dead in the Thamse was a callgirl with the name "Anne Seaford". But where she got the information, that it was something political (all hushed up! There was nothing in the newspapers - no. nowhere.) - respect. But what Inga meant today at the telephone - well. She has this police-report, in which a shooting in Londen was reported, where two men came to dead. 2 days, after what I experienced in London. Why she actually came on that: There was something about a hurt "officer". But nowhere a name, rank, or something like that. Completely unusual, says Inga. Normally, this is all accurately put down. Of course she started ...(not translateable) but she didn't come very far. Blocked. So there is something there! Fascinating, like Mr Spock would say. She is calling me back. I'm excited... |
13. January 1978 So - to sum it up: nobody knows anything exactly. Rumours. Says Inga-Mäuschen. Very quietly, it was sayed, "KGB" - one of the dead shall have been a Russian. A underage girl shall have made addicted to drugs and then attached to a high ranking politican. Sounds completely crazy to me!! And here is, what the whole makes again so real: The CI5 shall have been involved - because of a female dead in the Thames.. In what way this is connected? And - everywhere: women! "Very female" you could say. Crazy, how Inga and me got involved and ex-volved in this... Well, with Females, these two have somehow too less or too much...(not translateable) I don't know... For one more time, I tried to call - and then hang up very fast. end of story - c.i. (Caroline Imbecile) (non-smileys) |
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