Penguins in Bromford…

Breathlessly the llama is running up and down the hallway.

'What is wrong?' I ask.

'Everything escalated', the llama says, 'really very quickly.'

'What is wrong?' I repeat my question.

'That psychopath', the llama says, 'Heinz Sabantino, he has kidnapped Kylie after he bludgeoned one of the stolen penguins to death with a baseball bat. He shot one policeman and run over another one with a yellow cab in a phone booth right in front of the apartment house his mother lived in. And finally he threw his mother out of the window of her apartment on the forth or fifth floor.'

'Oh, my god', I shout out. 'And Kylie? Is she alright?'

'Heinz took her unconscious body to the roof of the apartment house. And after diskussions and a punch-up with Harry and Kylie's ex-boyfriend Jamie Heinz was shot in the back with bow and arrow and fell from the roof in the streets. Maybe there are Indians in the freaking neighbourhood…'

'Guys?'

Is that Kylie's voice coming from the living room?

I hurry over to her and squeeze her tightly in my arms.

'Thank goodness, you are alright.'

She seams to be confused.

'Why shouldn't I be alright?' she asks.

She is holding a black and yellow DVD in her hand.

'Who left the movie Five Corners in the DVD player?' she asks.

'Did you know that them Germans called this film Penguins in the Bronx?' the llama asks. 'But I do not like animal horror.'

'Which film?' I am all confused right now.

'But you know that I am not Linda from that movie and I am definatley not Jodie Foster', she asks smiling. And we are not in the 60s.'

The llama sighs. 'No, we are not. But I liked the 60s.'

And again, the animal starts to sing…

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*

There are places I'll remember

All my life, though some have changed

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone, and some remain

All these places had their moments

With lovers and friends, I still can recall

Some are dead, and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all

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Today is Sunday, the 8th of September 2019.