Longer Breaks …

 
'Do you think you can fill in the word 'Truth' somewhere in this text?'

'No way.'

'Kylie is still pregnant', the llama says.

'Oh, what a surprise when you think about how early it is in her pregnancy', I say sarcastically. 'And whatever you might think, camel, I am NOT the father of her child.'

'Llama,' the llama says. 'If you please would not call me camel. And nobody said you were the father. And nobody wants it, either.'

'If you say so.'

'Dude,' the llama sounds like it plays the role of the sensible being in our penthouse this week. 'I thought Kylie was your best friend. Aren't you worried about her late pregnancy at all? Her first child Nigel is in his twenties now. And don't you want to know where Kylie is?'

Not that I am interested but I ask anyway, 'Where is Kylie? Not in Connecticut?'

'Do you remember Greenland? Do you remember your home village by the Polar Circle, Nanuk?'

Now, finally, the animal has got my interest.

'What did you call me? I am Bromford Bibble. And I always have been Bromford Bibble, the guy called like the friendly town by the bay and seaside.'

'Don't you remember that nice, little fairy tale you told us here in this blockblog some four years ago?' the animal asks. 'About that little Eskimo boy Nanuk and his power animal K'eyush, the little polar bear, his grandmother and that creepy man in black?'

Did that story, that little fairy tale even have a happy-ending? I try and try but I cannot remember. It ended kind of sudden and out of the blue. I always wanted to write a sequel, something connecting the North Pole and Santa Claus' workshop to the former prison and nowadays hotel island in the bay of Bromford. But I never found the time and the mood to do so. I didn't die in that snowstorm with that sinister business man everybody called the man in black or even a Dark Eater. And now I have admitted, if only in my thoughts, that I am or I was that little boy Nanuk all these years ago.

'Stop teasing your non-existing readers, dude', the llama says. 'Not even in your thoughts. You will never continue that story. But I found out that you, in fact, grew up in a small village of wooden huts and cabins by the Arctic Sea and the Polar Circle. And I learned that Kylie was one of your dearest childhood friends. She lived there with you until you both were send to school on the mainland when you were six years old.'

A cool breeze enters the room from an unknown direction. Can this be the truth? Did all this really happen? Am I or have I been or was I ever Nanuk, the little boy in the sealskin anorak?

The llama is rolling its' eyes.

'I didn't want to cause an identity crisis. Stop breaking your head. My point was and is, that Kylie took a few days off to visit the places of her early childhood. She said when she was calling from Greenland, that now in her situation she needed to see and smell and taste the air and the muddy ground maybe even the snows of that little place she has left so many years ago. She wants me to tell you that she is alright. You didn't need to worry, she said. She will be back soon.'

'And what about Nigel?' I ask.

'Nobody cares about Nigel.'

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
We're only making plans for Nigel

And the fortune cookie says,

A cynic is just a frustrated optimist.

Today is Tuesday, the 24th of November 2020.
Can't wait till Sunday.

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