An excerpt from:
Book 7: The Hunter and the Hunted: Death of a
Double (short story)
An excerpt: Karl-Dorian (Kado)
and Angela in their little hotel room in Rome after their first night together.
Under a pretext, Kado Rotzner is enticed into going to Rome where he
involuntarily becomes involved in machinations which result in him and a
cameraman ending up in the midst of the civil war in Bosnia. The cameraman is
killed trying to save a young woman from Serbian soldiers and Kado is badly
When I woke in the morning, I had been sleeping like a
log. Angela was already buoyant and busy with gymnastic exercises, while she
hummed and murmered silently. Despite her ample pelvis she was unbelievably
supple. Memory came back to me and reminiscences restored me. Her naked body
moved measuredly and as if in trance. Her bronze shimmering skin harmonized
perfectly with the old wood in the room and sometimes the sun, filtering through
coarse-meshed curtains, would throw fine light onto her arched and tense parts
of the body. Angel of the morning.
Angela planted herself before me, her back in my face,
and the line of her back and buttocks would have blown any painter’s sane
mind. She breathed deeply and mumbled silently again. But the struggle with
herself didn’t seem too pleasant. She bent forward. Her lumbar vertebra shone
like gigantic pearls between two strong muscular cords, both curved and lost in
infinity. What were they meant to be? Two split parables or rainbows of brown
complexion? Close to the black hole
a dot. Her coccyx was prominent, not centered deep in the valley between her
buttocks, but slightly displaced and swelling on the left side. Her face
appeared upside down between her straddled thighs, blazing red hair dangling to
the floor. She’d grown an pointed beard overnight. I raised synchronously to
her declining movements.
„Hi, hello! Good morning, darling Karl, how are you?“
„Thanks, I’m not quite sure yet. I think I was
alright last night.”
“That’s absolutely right.”
She straightened up again, skipped to loosen up and
caused even more damage to me.
“I’ve got to do that, Kado. I hope you don’t
“Not at all. Carry on, carry on, Angela. Your morning
gymnastics will make the dead see again the pleasures of life. Are you a
“Something like that, yes.”
She concentrated again and joined her hands above her
head and began a belly dancing, and the most Oriental of all Eastern music
commenced to wail and yowl in my head.
"Don’t mind,baby. I’ve got to do this every
I didn’t mind, but she saw, what was on my mind and
perfected her belly dance on my belly.
“And now what about a good breakfast.”
“Breakfast? Have a look at the time.“
Past eleven, so I ran to the little shop on the corner,
got some fruit and milk and ciabatta. It was already pretty hot outside and we
had a silent breakfast in our room.
Translation from German by the
author (© 2001 Klaus-Dieter Regenbrecht)
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