Dienstag, 17. April 2012
12. SILENT INTO THE MORNING
guennisseite, 13:54h
( Translation of 11. )
A morning refusal the approaching day duties to give admission made sure, completely against my will, that I dreamed, I am a little dove who was sitting on a very high old industrial stack and without knowing transformed into an "Dürrenmatt'ed space traveler". Over the small shortwave antenna of lightning conductor stub I keeped busy radio contact with the groundcontrol. Because of the enormous into space towering brick building technologie and the with this combined great distances it came constantly again to interference, which also was dragging on missunderstandings in the communication.
The satellite on it's edge I was sitting was closed down since years and no sooting and stinking carbon dioxide cloud ore further interstellar gas cloud of Orion nebula veiled the nightible view into the twinkeling galaxie below me. In it little red comets where roaming their tracks multilane and tiny fixed stars of desk lamps and tea lights where shining beside gatherings of spherical star cluster as called of streetlamps, trafficlights with red giants, an orange flashing pulsar ore other neonstars, which like a supernova shined and for to go out in some houres of lightyears. ... (04.17.)
( STORY IS TO BE CONTINUED.)
....Unfortunately there where continual interruptions by atmospherics while receiving the carrier wave of the radio signal, because some ordinary seaman tried to break the high frequened undulation of the wave with frantic pecking onto the morse button of his car horn. ... (04.25.)
(Sorry, but ...ued.)
The ornithologic voice processing program of my on-board computer was canceled like so much in the last decade and that's why my differential amplifier of the microphone, which is working for the phonetic recording, was also not state-of-the-art technology. This also meant, that always again a signal from one to the next was misinterpreted and it was finally not called: "...light as a feather...", but "...bite in to leather!..." and me and the chief communications officer of the ground controll had silence for the rest of the day....(04.26.)
.......In this moment a signal was huming and a red LED on the console began to indicate. This was an inconvenient time for me in the moment, alone because according to the briefing there where no reports to send ore to receive and I was just going to hide the boredom in the infinity of space with reading another edition of an "VALERIAN & VERONIQUE" -Comic. The vibrating of the relay activated a second and increasing a menacing sounding third impulse. Damned - somebody had rang the doorbell. Who could it be, when I did not evan had breakfirst and was just lost in thoughts in front of the window looking into the morning landscape of the edge of the town, where a from the sun bright shining industrial stack stood out against a dark thundery sky? "Good Morning! Of course - I completely forgot. Right - All you wanted is to pick up the old television, which was still standing here from my previous tenant. Yes - no problem . . . . Have a nice day."
(We.05.02.2012)
MY WEB-TIP: http://www.orbiterballoon.com
A morning refusal the approaching day duties to give admission made sure, completely against my will, that I dreamed, I am a little dove who was sitting on a very high old industrial stack and without knowing transformed into an "Dürrenmatt'ed space traveler". Over the small shortwave antenna of lightning conductor stub I keeped busy radio contact with the groundcontrol. Because of the enormous into space towering brick building technologie and the with this combined great distances it came constantly again to interference, which also was dragging on missunderstandings in the communication.
The satellite on it's edge I was sitting was closed down since years and no sooting and stinking carbon dioxide cloud ore further interstellar gas cloud of Orion nebula veiled the nightible view into the twinkeling galaxie below me. In it little red comets where roaming their tracks multilane and tiny fixed stars of desk lamps and tea lights where shining beside gatherings of spherical star cluster as called of streetlamps, trafficlights with red giants, an orange flashing pulsar ore other neonstars, which like a supernova shined and for to go out in some houres of lightyears. ... (04.17.)
( STORY IS TO BE CONTINUED.)
....Unfortunately there where continual interruptions by atmospherics while receiving the carrier wave of the radio signal, because some ordinary seaman tried to break the high frequened undulation of the wave with frantic pecking onto the morse button of his car horn. ... (04.25.)
(Sorry, but ...ued.)
The ornithologic voice processing program of my on-board computer was canceled like so much in the last decade and that's why my differential amplifier of the microphone, which is working for the phonetic recording, was also not state-of-the-art technology. This also meant, that always again a signal from one to the next was misinterpreted and it was finally not called: "...light as a feather...", but "...bite in to leather!..." and me and the chief communications officer of the ground controll had silence for the rest of the day....(04.26.)
.......In this moment a signal was huming and a red LED on the console began to indicate. This was an inconvenient time for me in the moment, alone because according to the briefing there where no reports to send ore to receive and I was just going to hide the boredom in the infinity of space with reading another edition of an "VALERIAN & VERONIQUE" -Comic. The vibrating of the relay activated a second and increasing a menacing sounding third impulse. Damned - somebody had rang the doorbell. Who could it be, when I did not evan had breakfirst and was just lost in thoughts in front of the window looking into the morning landscape of the edge of the town, where a from the sun bright shining industrial stack stood out against a dark thundery sky? "Good Morning! Of course - I completely forgot. Right - All you wanted is to pick up the old television, which was still standing here from my previous tenant. Yes - no problem . . . . Have a nice day."
(We.05.02.2012)
MY WEB-TIP: http://www.orbiterballoon.com
