But the Greatest of These is Love

Boy, I can fly! I didn't know I can fly! What a funny tickling in my stomach - just don't look downwards ... hey folks, I'm flying!!!

It's quite easy, in fact. Just follow your nose. And mine is big enough not to lose my bearings. 

Did I introduce myself? I'm a bit featherbrained sometimes but then I've always been like that, one is getting used to it over time. My name is Macrophelia. No, that's not the one who drowned herself in a bog after winding her way drunkenly across a rain of flowers smelling of magnolias and death. My name just sounds fairly similar which often leads to confusion.

I would never go and kill myself because of a man. Men are asses. Obstinate, greedy and always ready for mating. No woman worth her salt would kill herself over one of those. In my case it was an unfortunate accident. 

Actually, I would have loved to live on for a little longer, even though it had become increasingly uncomfortable on earth - or even because of it. After all you can lend a hand to the needy in times like these and don't just rot away in your flat as usual. When almost everything you used to entertain yourself with is suddenly forbidden, people learn to be happy about small things. But we never got that far, people and I.

The other day I went for a romantic walk in the moonlight, at the outskirts of town, near the autobahn, certain that at this time of night I would be the only one roaming around in this lost area ... and whaaaaam ... all of a sudden a burning motorcycle comes popping out of the bushes right in front of me and even before I can jump aside we collide, the motorcycle explodes with a loud BANG and both the driver and I go up in flames. Tough luck.

Stupid gang warfare. That's the North of Munich for you. Only three weeks ago somebody shot his dealer in his car. The dealer's car, that is. Just like that. Got out his gun and boom. This dealer must have been some kind of eijit anyway if he thought he'd get his money without any hassle? Just like that? A well, that's what you get for being an arrogant cunt.

Talking about arrogant, I have to be more careful, it's rather foggy today, a real peasouper. But hey, I can read peoples' thoughts! Way cool! This sour-faced woman in there wants to call the police because it buggers her that over by the lake there are two youths sitting on a bench, drinking beer. After all, she doesn't have any joy in her life, so others must also joylessly obey all and any of the new rules.

But, old woman, who says you mustn't have joy anymore? Why don't you go over to your neighbour and ask her if she wants to join you for coffee and cake? Be a Bavarian rebel! Just visiting each other, wicked!!! Can you do that? Ah, she hesitates. Apparently she can hear me when I interfere with her thoughts. Cool!

Write note to neighbour! Cake! No snitching on young people!

So there, her hand puts back the receiver! Slowly she makes her way into the kitchen and ... now I can't see her anymore. Perhaps she's leaving through her recipe book? Do recipe books also contain recipes for cakes? I wouldn't know anything about that. I don't think I have ever been a housewife. In none of my lives.

Ha, that was a narrow escape. Perhaps I ought to let the boys down there know that nowadays it's a crime to possess a bottle of beer - at least if you are drinking it on a park bench, and especially if there is someone else sitting on this bench with you.

Oh no, the police are already there! Has grandma called them after all? No, they can't be that fast. Apparently somebody else ... the Germans are really too bad. Not a bit out of practice since back then ...

A bulky policeman gets out of his car and comes lumbering over, his colleague stays seated, the police radio is heard bleating into the stillness of the night, the policeman thinks: 'For fuck's sake, will they never learn? Carelessly jeopardising other peoples' lives because they can think of nothing else but fun and partying! On the other hand ... what's wrong with having a bit of fun now and then?'

Frozen with fear, the two youngsters sit and stare at the policeman who suddenly laughs and asks: 'Well, blokes, any chance of bumming a beer from you?'

The boys look at him, then at each other, then at him once more. They think he's taking the piss, fear an outburst of fury - which doesn't happen. The colleague still sits in the car, growling into his phone: 'Listen Mam, I'm working! No, I have no idea what the recipe for Aunt Annies Guglhupf cake went like. Why don't you go and dive into this old chest where you keep all your mouldy treasures? Yeah, exactly, the one on the attic.'

Meanwhile, the older policeman has joined the two youngsters on the bench and he too, has a bottle of beer in his hands now. Bavarian beer. Because it's the best. And because it's custom in Bavaria to drink beer. They agree on that, all three of them. I fly on happily.

Hey, that's fun! All these stupid new laws our dear Governor thinks up every day, just as he thinks fit. Seven at a time, sometimes even more. Hah, I'll put a spoke in this one's wheel!!!

Mercurially I turn a few funny flips and then I bomb along, in a quest for snitches and police brains who needs urgent proselytizing. Quite possibly I will be called to account for this one sooner or later. Probably very soon I'll have to face the heavenly music. But it's worth the trouble. At least this way I didn't die for nothing. Mankind can be good if they want to, I'm certain of that. Only - most of them forgot what's really important. And I will remind them. So as things will turn out all right in the end. Faith, Hope, Love. But the greatest of these is Love!

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