Paul is in
school in Kiel
again.
On Fridays
many of his friends drive back home, but he stays, so he has got a little more
time to take some walks. Today he discovered an archaeological excavation in
the middle of his favourite golf course. Loving the overwhelming number of
German rules, Paul quickly slipped through the fence.
He took a
look at old houses and streets, the golden decoration on the architecture, nearly
intact swimming pools and the majestic courthouse.
...
He climbed
on the roof of the guildhall and took a look all over this magical city, and
for the first time he really became aware of the gigantic dimension of this
ancient kingdom.
What has
happened to its people? Where did they go? Or do they still live on, hiding in
the shadows, lurking for careless visitors? No one knows…
Deeply lost
in thoughts, Paul climbed down.
On his way
he found an artefact of great antiquity, he was so happy he yelled
“Awrwrwrwrwrwr” and jumped three millimetres high in great pleasure.
Like a real
inhabitant of Awrwrcity, he watched the sunset and thought about the next crop,
the neighbour’s wife and his horse.
Fulfilled
with feathers, Paul went home.
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