Page 47 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted
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From the small kitchen window, where a pale light of spring entered, was a view
of the backyard, where the caretaker was about to hoist up a swastika. He cursed
both the caretaker and the red flag with the swastika.
"What a good day…" he grumpily murmured and threw another glance out of the
window before he opened the letter.
Trudie had entered the kitchen and started to brew coffee.
"I simply can not stand him."
"Who can you not stand? And what does the letter say? "
"That Nazi pig… the caretaker."
Uno made an angry frown and pointed at the window.
The caretaker refused to be referred to anything other than Mr. Heatmeister. The
huge man didn’t walk; he waddled in and out the gate, up and down the stairs,
and always smoking a reeking cigar.
The little lawn in the middle of the farm was fresh, always newly cut. A flagpole
was located in the middle of the lawn. Exactly at dawn, the caretaker raised the
flag, and at sunset he took the red flag down again. He kept a close eye on the
laundry, which hung on a number of clotheslines at one end of the farm. If he felt
that the clothes hung too long on the string, he gave the women a reprimand.
Also the children of the farm were given a warning from the caretaker, if a
hopscotch stone or a ball ended up on the grass.
Uno clearly remembered how proud Trudie's father, Mr. Meyer, was when he
had given them the apartment.
"On top of that in one of Berlin's best neighborhoods. With a living room, a
bedroom, a kitchen and a small hallway. "
Mr. Meyer had been in the insurance industry. Due to an increasingly bad back,
he had to leave his beloved business to retire at an early age. He always dressed
immaculately, and the in-law's home was some of the cleanest and punctilious,
Uno had ever seen.
Three years ago, Mrs. Meyer had been sitting here in the kitchen, in shock after
finding her husband lying lifeless over her desk. As if he were clinging on to his
work, it became far too short.
