29.12.2006


CLOSE TO DEATH THE SECOND TIME 6


CLOSE TO DEATH THE SECOND TIME

                    Vl

 

       Once when I arrived at work I got a proposal, which I couldn't possibly reject. 

 

 We were still the owners of the Trabant, seven years after we purchased it shining new from the box and it had been like a faithful friend most of that period.

 

  But as I had mentioned in work, we were speculating the possibility of buying a new car for us, the manager approached me with an expendant face.

 

  He told me that the foremen really needed an errands-car and mine was thought to be excellent for odd errands.

       -Oli!  I'll buy you a new SODA-STREAM apparatus instead of your TRABANT, the smartly dressed manager offered me at the beginning of one working-day.   

 

 Do you except?

 

       I laid my head in a short soak and turned the offer to and fro in the clearness of my brain ventricles;

 

 Soda-Stream is something that my family
has desired for a long time. 

 

 So funny as it may seem, co-incidentally we've been saving for a new Skoda and I doubt whether we could get a better price for our seven year old car at a car-retail.
 

        -I accept your offer, but conditionally, that I won't have to hand my Trabant over before I have acquired the machine.  

 

 My natural suspision told me not to jeopardise anything, because I was aware of the lack of cash in the manager's type of business. 

 

 And then we shook hands on our contract.

         At ten o'clock at the end of the coffee-pause, which was the longest pause that I've encountered ever, because of its suspence. 

 

 Will the contract be fulfilled or not. 

 

        Going down the stairs on my way back to my job I met the manager with a big box in his arms on the way up.

 

       -Please take this, Oli, he said at the same time as he filled my arms with this valuable apparatus, which weight-worth was the equivalenth of gold or a TRABANT anyway. 

 

 Then I could hand him the keys.

 

        I went home with Brynjar on the company's bus and I won't try to explain the happy applause-breakout, when I arrived unexpectedly bringing home a new SODA-STREAM-apparatus instead of our old blue car.

       The faith of the TRABANT that had been like a true and reliant dog for us for seven years were sad, because the staff managed destroying it in a fortnight's time. 

 

       It's carcass was laid in the mean background of the company and for quite a while I felt an unbelievable sorrowness each time I noticed it so lonely, being of no use, where it decomposed rapidly. 

 

 I was remorseful sitting in my new SKODA 120 SL, the Czech car that we had purchased with great expense and a loan. 

 

       One day when I drove by I wasn't able to see the TRABANT anymore by the Framnes-road. 

 

 In the coming of spring the town's authorities had removed the car along with other junk.

       Like a true Christian I wished this pioneer in reinforced plastic materials godspeed into another world, just as it deserved so definately.