"What is this, What is this! What is this?"The bavarian cleaning lady stood in the big hole in the wall. Not even her 190 pounds, all dressed in black, could fill it. Her face was all indignation. She looked accusingly at her polish collegue. She, a little woman, also in black working garment, was standing in the empty and very untidy Studioroom.
"We clean. Do work."
"Ja Sakra!!! Wo solln ma denn do anfanga, Da kenntst doch hädnarrat wern, Ja san denn die damisch, die vermaledeiten nixnutzigen Saubuam, die..."
"???"
"Where shall we begin, I ask you?" Both looked helplessly around.
"Door is away" said the polish one.
"Yes" said the bavarian one.
"You see Television? Yesterday night? I think, I see door go away. Big explosion! Hostagewas held. Here. All in Television. Black men come frome there" she looked to the ceiling.
"Hmmm."
"You know? We make a plan. Like Zieifeif. Yes a operation-plan" she giggled. "Legendary E-ij-squad, said the TV-man, always make operation-plan, than start, than win. Modern Heroes, was yesterday, is today." she giggled again.
"Okay. You make the plan, I start. Here. I am A-Squad, you are B-Squad. I Arbeite, you Babble. Now take the broom." Both started sweeping the floor. "And you mean the C - I - 5. But they weren't the heroes. Heroes! When I hear that! Puh look! They damaged also the floor. It will never be again what it was! Bloody Bastards, I say. Captured that poor Albanians. Didn't you hear, what that whitehaired Chief said? Didn't you see the scars? This Risha-politic-man. He did this, I say! But it is always the same."
"No. How you can say this? This nice, polite gentleman. He look like my cousin. Nice dressed in a good suit. But look at the evil men! Ha! Where do we do the garbage, you think?" They looked at the garbage-mountain.
"Best is, we do it near the door...where there is the hole now, I say." Said, Done. "We clean now wet, I say." They started again working through the room. "This Risha, for me he looks like the man of my sister. A Prussian, of course. Was always so busy, said he. Had a little something with the neighbours daughter, was the truth. And then he went away. Had beat my sister. Emptied her bank-account. The dirt! We have to change the water..."
"...And listen to me. Politic-people are all the same. On the whole world. Police is helping them. Not the little man or woman like you and me or this poor Albanians. But people these days help themselves. This are the true New Heroes, I say."
"How you can say that? I hear in Television, this Zii-Eii-Feif is not police, and is un-corr-upt-ab-le, and you see this young people, risk their life. Brave. You know?" They had stopped work and stared at each other. Suddenly there was a slight noise near the garbage-mountain.
"Who is there?" asked the fat woman "Who is there?" came a male voice from the hole in the wall. Two young men, both dressed in black, stood there. Both had their hands at their shoulderholsters.
"We are the C-Squad, like Cleaning, young man. Don't you have eyes in your head?" the bavarian cleaning lady looked bad-tempered in the cool grey eyes of the blackhaired man. His partner started laughing and relaxed suddenly.
"And we are ready now. Let as through, I say! Neue Helden! ha!"
"Let them, Sam" Slowly, Sam walked one step back. A smile crept in his eyes, as the two women marched with high held heads and the cleaning-equipment in their hands through the hole in the wall.
rg 22.12.1999-----Renates e-mail
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