One of my short stories of everyday life for english speaking friends. Thanks a lot for the excellent translation +Adam Dutson !
Die deutsche Version gibt es hier:
One morning, just like any other, the alarm clock sounds at 6:15am. The morning routine is carried out just as mundane as any other day. The morning light flirts with the fog as it is dissolved by the rays of sunshine.
Grab the purse, but don’t leave the disk in the computer this time! Where the hell are my car keys? What? 7:30am- School! No! I’m going to be late and I am going in the wrong direction!
The sun does me a favor and vanquishes the rest of the morning fog. I look into the distance and see the golden fall colors of the Harz valley surrounding me. Two dogs and their owners pass by. They greet me with a friendly hello. Again I’m at a loss- man with dog vs. woman with zoom lens.
A few more steps through the field and a new feeling comes over me- dissatisfaction.
At this point the man with the wolf stops and says, “when you are at the bottom of the hill and can’t see anything because of the fog, it is a must to come here to the top! The view is incredible.” A conversation begins.
At first it is superficial drivel of niceties, but then plunges into a conversation with depth. He told me of times way back when….when he was younger, of his job that he had for years on end, and that he actually liked his work.
But then times changed, always in a rush, never a moments rest. Traveling mile after mile, adding up an endless distance on the tachometer. Then there was the ever looming “sorting out” of the firm and who would be the next to go. Beggars can’t be choosers, especially when there is no other alternative. One must simply wait for his time.
On such days as this, he used to go on walks with his wife. A wife that was always a good listener. They shared many walks together and the memories of the walks of old give the man strength to carry on for the next day.
If you want to go somewhere fast, go alone. but if you want to go far, go together.