A story, even experienced ... and only slightly changed. The names are fictitious, of course ...
The caretaker
At first glance, it looked pretty average. If he followed not just in blue work clothes his caretaker duties, he always wore the same gray suit and a white shirt and red tie or blaugepunktete. There was no fleet to him, he never laughed, and I did not like him, without that there was a reason for this than others.
His name was Hannah Mertens, was a big man with a pale moon face, and lived in derHausmeisterwohnung, one floor above me.
Met I him on the stairs, we greeted each other, but to me it always seemed like he could see or not at all as if he were deep in their own strange thoughts myself.
He was married, his wife was being serious and never smiled. Saw them once, such as a Sunday stroll, so she did not speak at all and behaved like two strangers who accidentally walked on the sidewalk next to each other.
After the death of his wife (I assume that she died of melancholy), Hannah Mertens was even more odd. Now, he greeted and no one answered and no greeting. Finally, did everyone a sheet around him and brought him only in extreme emergencies. Rather let they drip the faucets and run the flush the toilet, even if by their water bills higher and higher.
He was just scary to them because he often talked to himself. When they asked him a question, she got either no response or a wrong that had nothing to do with the question.
he suffered from insomnia probably because at night I heard him in his home to run around and moan loudly. Sometimes he talking to himself or jarring sang to himself.
Once, when the din was too stupid to me, I went late at night up and rang his door. I thought that he might need help because it sounded as if he were in pain.
He opened the door so quickly that I almost tumbled into the apartment.
What are you, Mrs. Toller? He drove me.
It sounds as if you were not feeling well, I said. Can I help in any way?
I have a headache, he said in a plaintive tone.
Before I could ask him if I could help out with him aspirin, he pressed his right hand to his forehead and started down the corridor to run wild and forth. He groaned again to the Steiner points.
Unexpectedly, he turned to me. He took his hand from his forehead and snapped: Get out!
He looked as if he were about to spin, so I quickly looked into the distance. If he had assaulted me angegriffen, so wäre ich ihm natürlich nicht gewachsen gewesen, da ich von Gestalt eher klein und zierlich bin und auch keinen Sport treibe. Gekränkt fühlte ich mich aber trotzdem, ich hatte es ja gut mit ihm gemeint, aber das schien er gar nicht zu bemerken. Er gehörte wohl zu den Menschen, die das Benehmen anderer, gleich wie man es anstellt, immer negativ sehen müssen.
Vielleicht ist er auch bloss arm dran, dachte ich. Warum ich das dachte, weiss ich nicht. Ich fühlte irgendwie, dass er arm dran war und ihm keiner wirklich helfen konnte. Es war einfach nur eine Ahnung.
Ein anderer Teil von mir aber war böse und wünschte ihm alles Schlechte. Später als ich die Wahrheit erfuhr, habe ich mir deswegen Vorwürfe made.
way, that was the last time I saw Hannah Mertens alive. The old gossip Aunt Emma Kujon found him a week later found dead in the boiler room. This means that they first discovered the open door, and before that a piece of the lower body and the trousered legs of a man who swayed in the breeze softly. Emma screamed so loudly
Kujon that all people were thrown out of their apartments because they thought there would be either murdered someone or the house would collapse on.
I was it that caused everything necessary and police and ambulances called.
First, it was believed that Hannah Mertens had hanged himself, but you might not know the reason, because he no suicide note had left. Doubts about the suicide emerged, as it was discovered that the body had a lot of injuries, because the bruises and cuts all over his body he could have taught even impossible.
The cops came and asked questions. Each of the tenants in the house and in the surrounding houses was his own contribution, to appear in the event even more complicated. Two years ago was a little girl disappeared from our immediate vicinity and later found dead was. Suddenly, they brought the dead to the name, no one knew why.
But the truth was more mundane and very sad. At the autopsy proved that in fact, Hannes Mertens an einer unheilbaren Gehirnkrankheit gelitten hatte. Die Schmerzen mussten ihn fast in den Wahnsinn getrieben haben. So ein Anfall hatte ihn gepackt, als er sich im Kesselraum befand. Dabei war er gestürzt und hatte sich an vorstehenden Bolzen und anderen Metallteilen die Verletzungen am Körper zugezogen. Anschliessend hatte er sich erhängt, weil er die Wahnsinnschmerzen einfach nicht mehr ertrug.
Seit damals bin ich sehr viel vorsichtiger geworden, was die Beurteilung von Menschen angeht. Es fällt leicht, abschätzig über jemanden zu reden den man nicht leiden kann. In Wirklichkeit aber hat jeder Mensch seine eigene Geschichte und die muss man erst mal kennen, dann sieht alles ganz anders aus.
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