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KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)	By : runningnakedinthepark Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part III – Just Like You Imagined
Chapter 24.

“I got you!”

I open my eyes; above me, the frozen gray sky. Around me, black cold waters of the ocean. But their hands pull my body out of the water. Richard, Olli, Schneider and Paul are bringing me back on the ship.

I look at them, as they carry me to the front of the ship. I seem to be unable to move, it is as if this cold has paralyzed me. Just like those four, I’m shirtless too, wearing only these black pants - now soaking wet - on which this crust of ice is forming right before my eyes.

I think that I should say something, but I can’t even force my mouth to open. I can’t emit any sound either, not even a displeased grunt. They stand me on the front of the ship.

“Ropes!”

That’s when I see Flake, or I assume it’s him – he is wearing one of those costumes old doctors used to wear when visiting patients with plague in Medieval Europe: drapped in a black leather cape and wearing this helmet with a huge bird beak. But I can’t react even to this apparition – with his body like a twig and that immense head, as if threatening to fall off his shoulders.

None of them speaks while they tie me. I can hear only the icy wind and the grunts and screech of the metal as our ship leans slowly into the block of ice where it got stuck. I look at the cement-like sky, remembering the hot day in the bombarded city. I feel like I have this weight pressing on my chest, while this icy claw is squeezing my jaws shut.

I realize that I have to tell them. We have to get going to find that damn island. We have to slaughter that damn lizard and get the Sun back. But I can’t even open my mouth; I only remain tied to the front of the ship, as I’m shivering and feel my own skin like a glove of ice wrapping my flesh and bones.

Flake remains on the ship, but the others jump down on the field of ice. Then, Flake throws them the ends of the ropes they tied on the edge of the ship, after tying me.

What are they doing?

But they walk a bit, until the cords stretch completely.

Flake shouts: “Pull!”

What the fuck?

And all four of them pull at the same time.

Nothing, of course. Only the whistling of the Northern breeze.

Again: “Pull!”

And all four pull the ropes, they all grunt from the effort; the ship doesn’t move though.

This is really stupid. They will never…

“Pull!”

And the metal screeches as it bites through the ice: the ship moves a bit.

“Pull!”

And they all tense, grunt and pull the cords; the ship grunts and groans and shakes as it slides more on the ice.

This will take forever! I look afar – I can’t even tell where the white-gray sky unites with the white of the ice field.

“Pull!”

And the ship moves another inch.

I’m freezing. I’m frozen, actually. I can’t feel my stretched out arms, I can’t feel my legs anymore. Maybe I should turn the page. And get where? Another place where I’m burnt alive, or shot in the head or … I look at the skies that seem like covered with ash.

She was singing about ashes. We should find that blood she was talking about, the red alive blood. Suddenly I remember bits of a story about a red rose, and that girl that pricked her finger on one of the rose’s thorns. That was the story I used to tell my daughter.

I lift my eyelids and squint my eyes. I’m still on the ship, tied on the frozen cold metal. I’m not dead yet. Turn the page! They are still pulling the ropes to make this ship move. Turn the god damn page! Looks like it’s not working.

“Oh but it does, always,” says this guy who seems suspended in the air in a room filled with wonders.

“I’m hallucinating. I’m actually tied on the metal front of a ship, as four idiots are trying to pull it on the ice.”

The guy chuckles as the image of him and the room filled with wonders fades on the skies that seem to be covered by ash.

No, there’s something like a dark edge there!

I blink, trying to chase away any unreal images and focus on the horizon. There it is! I know that line – those dark-blue mountains covered by white patches. I know that image, oh so well – I saw it back then, in that room with maps. That must be the castle. Just a few more pulls and I’ll see it. It must be there!

I struggle with the ropes.

I see those majestic silhouettes as if growing slowly from the white ice field as the ship moves.

I free my hand and point to the horizon.

“Land! I see the land, guys!”

The four men stop and turn toward me.

“Land! It’s there!” I shout signaling with my head to the horizon.

They drop the ropes and turn their heads to see what I’m pointing at. Olli takes one step forward as if trying to see as well. Paul gets closer to him; they say a few words to each other, but I can’t hear what they say.

I turn my head and look at Flake near me. He took off that mask that made him look like a bird with a huge head and huge beak. He stands motionless, looking toward the horizon too.

“Don’t you see it?” I ask him.

He hesitates a few seconds then he whispers: “Yes, I see something…”

But his words are cut short by this cracking sound, followed by a sinister metallic groan. The whole ship shakes and has this falling movement.

“Oh, fuck!” The others yell, terrified by the ice breaking under their feet. They jump backwards, unstable, as the block of ice is quivering with them. Long lines spread through the ice with sounds like crumpled plastic.

I look up and inhale deeply the frozen air. The whole ship is shaking too, as the ice breaks under its weight. The whole field breaks into fragments.

The fucking page! Now!

*

“You can take your helmet off, Till!” - This voice in my ear.

Dark endless sky stretching above, like a dome, from one side of the horizon to the other; stars sparkle – silver dim lights, and, oh my fucking God!, I swear that that thing there is the Earth!
The Earth?

In front of me, around me, under my feet – a silvery-gray soft sanded desert. I turn around, breathless, and I see them, Paul and Flake. They are both wearing big white astronaut suits. Near them I see a third one, tall and bald, wearing a similar suit - Olli. But none of them is wearing a helmet.

Where the fuck are we?

“The Moon, you moron!” comes into my ear.

“Richard?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

Flake moves toward me, while signaling for me to get over there.

“He couldn’t prevent himself, he had to do that stupid stunt of his,” I hear Paul’s comment through the receiver in my ear.

“I’ll break your fucking legs, Paul!” Richard’s voice snaps through the small gadget in my helmet.

“What stunt?” I ask, still unable to fully comprehend, or just refusing to accept the situation.

“The one in which he hangs in space and plays his guitar,” explains this other voice that I recognize to be Christoph’s. “Now take off that helmet, you can breathe in here, it’s safe.”

I turn around.

“But if we are on the Moon…” I protest, but I stop when I see Christoph; he’s wearing an astronaut suit too, but not the helmet. So, if they can breathe without it… I start taking off my helmet as I’m walking over to him.

“Hey!” He mumbles a salute, without looking at me though, as he seems to be focused on assembling a flag. And he appears to be very annoyed by the fact that he can’t manage to do it right.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

He sighs and frowns, while jerking the cloth for me.

“It won’t stay straight!” He says as he’s walking around the pole, scrutinizing it and frowning.

“What do you mean?” I ask confused.

Christoph picks one corner of the flag and holds the thing still as he explains: “See, that’s how it is supposed to stay. Instead, it’s down. We’re on the Moon, and the gravity here is… Hmmmm!” He ends scratching his chin, his face expressing the deepest confusion.

We’re not supposed to be able to breathe without devices either, I think, while contemplating the red and white stripes, and the blue square with white stars of the flag.

“Something is very wrong with this flag,” I mutter out loud.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Christoph snaps at me, now completely pissed off.

“No, it’s not that,” I try to calm him down.

“Then?”

He seems to be preparing himself for the moment he’ll take his frustration out on me.

I look around this place. I look at the white suits we all wear, and the insignia on them.

“We are Germans,” I say, while watching the others gathering around Richard, a few meters away from Christoph and me.

“So?” he asks, annoyed, starting to fiddle with that flagpole again.

“Why are we putting the American flag then?”

He stops; he lifts his head and he looks straight at me like at the dumbest creature ever.

“Well?” I ask, not intrigued by his reaction.

Christoph stands still, mouth half open, and with that “Duh!” expression on his face.

“Where did you hear of Germans landing on the Moon?” I hear behind me.

I twist my head; it’s Flake.

~ To Be Continued ~
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