Weekends they spent together: smoke, drink tea or red wine, music. Again and again Thomas Bernhard or Rilke. No one could tender the guitar in your hand than NN. And no one complained when they sometimes played music until dawn. The sudden illness was part of his philosophy: Move to the limits. , Where you are alone and unspeakable experiences. He began to love Dostoevsky - not only because of joining them suffering. Its religiosity disturbed him. But they pulled it "magically" (a strange word).
As the country priest converted and struck the ecclesiastical career, remained above sea level. strange back. He noted that the habits (and especially the nights) of a friend changed. And in a mixture of melancholy tinged with scorn and farewells, he returned to Nietzsche and Jean Amery (he sake of the friend for a while out of the hands had). Only he saw his celibacy, while quoting Nietzsche ("the married philosopher is a Kommödiant").
The fellow with the long dark coats laid red roses into the grave - it was in December. The country parson (then "cand theol.") Had held its first funeral and was at once "on the other side" (where is that?). And yet (or therefore): They embraced as if they would never let you go because all probably knew. There will be no reunion. After NN. "Gone" was missing the bridge. The bridge between the life, suffering, and the music - the search for a god. It lacked the best friend they ever had.
NN. "Missing" during the day of ordination. Years earlier, he had already announced that he would not endure that day. He was now saved (or did he save himself? It was never clarified).
Where is he now? Where?
May he find a merciful God.
free days suitable for tracing. In order to preserve the incognito helps a hood. In this street of the town was Lahn's Lieblingscafè NN. There they debated, until the magical operation turned up the chairs.
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