“How right you are Bully (that was the pet name given for Mr. Consul as he always acted like a Bulldog when they were alone,) how right,” she says with a face reflecting a desire to kiss her ‘little dog’
who was in reality, smaller than her in size. Looking around the bar, she quips “Look Bully, there is Mr. and Mrs. Sack, they have not been here for at least two years, and there is Mr. and Mrs Buck. Do you remember last year when she commented to her friend Mrs. Mice that I would look like a Magnum Bottle of Champagne?” The Consul only waved his hand to the familiar faces and shook his head in all seriousness at his wife’s comments. He was a man who only replied when questions were important enough. He also thought that as he had the title of Consul and his wife had only inherited the title by being married to him; that she should follow his cues and behave all the time in thanks to him. Joseph, the barman always shared his thoughts with his assistants, and believed that to serve Champagne is history and art at the same time. He had very deep thoughts about this beverage and about how this fine sparkling wine lies four years on yeast in a bottle in a humid mushroom wine cellar, and then for another two years, in another cellar peacefully and actually ready to be drunk, before it is delivered to the bar in the hotel. You can compare this with the birth of human beings, thought Josef who also believed that the soul of a human being already exists in the universe and is just waiting to be transmitted. The soul is circling like a plane, waiting to get permission to land. In this time the soul is cleaning herself from the previous body it has left before.
(to be continued)
Taken from the unpublished book with the same title by Harald Wiesmann
