Page 48 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

Two hours later, he and Trudie saw Mr. Meyer's gray pate and a sharp face with

the extremely large eyes, for the last time before the dead man was dragged
several floors down the stairs from the apartment on Strelitzer Strasse.

The upper body was stiff like a stick. Just as dramatic as Mr. Meyer had come into

this world, just as dramatically the little crumpled office man left it. Embracing
his work even in death.

Mr. Meyer hoped for a family expansion, just as soon as Uno and Trudie got

married.
"A well paid job and a few children is the recipe for to a good family life," he

stated in his wedding speech.
Both of them worked. Trudie had half-day job as secretary of an accounting firm,

and he got a job as museum inspector - and later on director.

On their wedding day they were moved into the apartment. A few months later,
Trudie were expecting and everyone was very excited. Mr. Meyer more than Uno.

Probably. Alas, complications occurred and half a year after the wedding, Trudie

aborted. Since then she never got pregnant again. To both of their families' great
frustration, there never was an increase. They remained a childless couple.

Uno was small and stocky man. However, his face was round as

ball, his eyes big, mild and childish, and even though he was in the mid-fifties he

still looked young. At the time he was earning good money, he bought a pair of
round glasses to look more intellectual. Combining that with his hairless head,

made him look even more childlike.

Before the war broke out, he had been strong and muscular man, practicing
gymnastics twice a week. He wasn’t as strong anymore, and it was a long time

since he could call himself a gymnast. The things he loved slowly slipped away

from him. Dissolved. Like the expensive pants in gray wool he had loved so
much. Most of what came with a glorious career was as quietly gone.

Now that he was sitting in their little kitchen with Trudie, listening

to radio, he felt that his powers seeped out of him.
Even the big brown radio, now playing classical music in the kitchen, reminded

him of better times. The radio he had bought to please Trudie, at that time he
made decent money. He didn’t have the impression that she really listened to the