The Deadly Days by Werner Walz. Thursday-The Refuge of the Dream. The refuge of the dream! There are two types of dreams, the genuine dream and the waking dream. It is doubtful which of the two is the most dangerous in war. Outside a dredger was running, no, that was motor noise. Were our panzers leaving already? The noise sounded threatening. Ach Blessing will come and get me. Bergise, oh if only they had remained engaged! The peaceful .

The Fire Spirits by Paul Busson. On the evening of that day, a terrible storm raged over Sankt Marein, rattling among the shingles and bending the fir trees until they groaned. It whined in the stove, the windows shook, and the furniture about the study creaked. Peter went out on the balcony, letting the wind blow in his hair, and gazed at the clouds flying across the last glimmer in the sky. He heard a shout over his head, Yoho! He thought of letting himself down by one of the wooden pi.

The Man Who Was Born Again by Paul Busson. 8220;Anyhow, it is a good thing not to forget what we learnt when we were young. My host had broken the silence. 8220;And I am very pleased to have been able to use my knowledge of Arabic in such an unexpected and uncommon way. 8220;I would have been happy, reverend sir, to be in your place, and to have been familiar with the language, and able to speak to the Evli.

Translated by George Egerton 1895. IT was Sunday in springtime, and the singing in the Church floated out over the town. Up in the elm tree that stood behind the churchyard wall sat two old crows. Now the minister ascends the pulpit, said the one. What is he saying? The two old crows cocked their heads on one side and listened. Who is the Lord? Asked the old mother crow. 8230; So it ple.

Víctimas de un montaje policial. Demasiados polichinelas en una historia que sería ridícula si no hubiese dos compañeros en prisión.