The crazy girl just curled up like a shrimp, fuck you very much. In his truck.
Now I see!
Me too.
Where are we?
On the ceiling of some sort of small room.
And that guy . . .
Is assaulting me with his trousers around his ankles.
Ulrike! Doesn’t this shock you at all?
What?
That you’re being raped . . . and murdered!
But I don’t feel anything.
Now?
Not now. And not then. I put my head on the pillow, and then the guy came after me and started ripping my trousers off.
And?
And what?
And that’s it?
And that’s it.
But he’s strangling you!
I remember that I thrashed. I tried to get out from under, but he knelt on my thighs.
I can see your legs behind his back.
I imagine it did hurt then.
Of course it hurt!
Maybe you lost consciousness quickly?
Maybe you just don’t remember?
Maybe you were traumatized. Traumatic amnesia. A hole in your memory.
Ulrike’s face is hidden behind the man. There, under the man, Ulrike opens her mouth and screams noiselessly. Her head can’t move. Her flaming red head. The man can’t stand to watch. He begins to come. He snatches the pillow from under Ulrike’s head. He puts it over her face and presses with all his might. His lower body works even faster as Ulrike’s arms and legs thrash powerlessly under the weight of the man’s knees. The man lasts. The orgasm begins to hum in his lower body, to gather strength. Jerks, thrusts, pauses. Thrusts. Thrusts.
Ulrike has stopped moving.
I have to go now.
That’s how it looks.
Horrible to happen this way.
Is anyone better off?
An end is an end.
So it wasn’t Ulrich with the glass eye.
Who?
Oh, forget it. I’ll tell you if we ever meet again, Shlomith and Polina.
The Ulrike floating on the ceiling of the cab like a helium balloon sinks onto the man who has finished his sawing, who lies on top of her and weeps. Ulrike slips through him until she reaches her fading self, sliding into her final breaths as effortlessly as water through gauze.
Goodbye, Ulrike!
Goodbye, goodbye, beautiful Ulrike!
Auf Wiedersehen, Ulrike!
Kehlstein sex murderer gets life
Yesterday the Passau district court sentenced 58-year-old truck driver Raimund Rüdiger Feierabend to life imprisonment. On August 15, Feierabend raped and murdered Ulrike Kuhbauer of Salzburg near the base of the Kehlstein in Obersalzberg in the cab of his truck. After committing his crime, Feierabend concealed the body in an old storage barn nearby.
Kuhbauer, 17, was returning from her job at the Eagle’s Nest restaurant in the evening when she was brutally attacked. The teenager left work around 6 p.m., walking down a path toward Berchtesgaden, but she never arrived at the bus station. The police focused their search along the hiking path. Kuhbauer’s body was found in an abandoned barn one week after her disappearance.
Despite international reporting, this shocking sex crime hasn’t made a dent in Obersalzberg tourism. “We’ve actually had a few murder tourists, as they’re called,” said Eagle’s Nest restaurant manager Wenzel Feiersinger. “They talk about the killing while they’re here, and some even ask the staff for more details.”
The restaurant begins its seasonal closure at the end of October and reopens in early May. “We all hope the situation will have calmed down by the time the summer season begins. Kuhbauer was a very well-liked employee. We can’t go on talking about this tragedy with complete strangers.”
Comments (4)
Senta 26.10.2013 21:26
Condolences to the family in their time of grief. Thankfully the killer got a stiff sentence!
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Scheiße_Geist 26.10.2013 21:45
Free business idea for Herr Feiersinger: Ulrike T-shirt. Yodeling Ulrike doll. Ulrike schnapps. Ulrike magnetic button.
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Bella Rossa 26.10.2013 21:52
Have some common decency! That’s the most offensive thing I’ve ever heard.
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Wahrheit & Feuer 26.10.2013 22:27
You don’t know it, but this is just the beginning. DYING IS GOD’S REVENGE!!! No one ever should have opened that sinful place. The battle of the great day of God Almighty will be upon us soon. Read the Bible. Jesus says, “He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.” (John 3:36)
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WHITE: A NEW SURVEY OF DIVINE LOVE
Now Shlomith and Polina are alone. Polina and Shlomith. One and one. Face to face. Thoughts to thoughts. One heavy thought facing them both: the following death will also be death for the one left behind.
That thought is etched identically in both of their minds, hard as flint. Shlomith or Polina? Where did it start? Maybe there’s no difference. There is only Shlomith. And Polina. Facing, united, agreed. Harmony shot through by one shared, leaden knowledge: next comes death.
No more crisscrossing, conflicting thoughts, questions, interjections, or new beginnings. No disbelief, which had always been present somewhere, in some consciousness beneath consciousness, a silent yet gnawing corrosion: Has all of this been an illusion, my illusion, the voices my own, the thoughts from my own mind?
Shlomith and Polina look at each other. Translucent bodies, like jellyfish floating in slow motion in the air. Polina’s amoeba-like rotundity. Shlomith’s outlined, bony frailty. And then: a gaze. Then eyes.
Polina.
What, Shlomith?
So this is how it ends.
One leaves, the other stays.
Alone.
Alone.
It isn’t enough that both of them know it. Just the same they have to think it through together, because that’s still possible. They have to drag the thought forward like a boat with alternating oar pulls: one and one is the same as death, including the death of the one left behind.
Shlomith.
What, Polina?
It’s my turn.
I know.
But where am I?
Yes. Where are you?
The space is empty. Above stretches a night sky tinged dirty yellow by the lights of Moscow; below, a white blanket of freshly fallen snow. Shlomith and Polina do not release each other’s gazes, but they wait, they listen.
Then somewhere a door opens. A creak, a slam: a clump of people tumbles out of the darkness into the yard. The sound makes the door and the wall
