Drei Wanderer

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The three hikers Hannibal, Siegfried and Oliver have known each other for years.
Once a year, they meet at an agreed location to exchange ideas and cultivate their friendship.
When they once again stop off together at a country inn, they can't pay the bill.
They offer the landlord to settle everything with stories J and enter into a competition.

Because he sees pleasure in it and sees himself as the sole winner, he gets involved in the deal.

Hannibal tells of an old man, the the death of his wife, the withdrawal of his children and the early death of his only son despairing of life.

A mystical encounter converts him and initially allows him to find joy in his life again.

Siegfried tells of an unhappy love affair between two young people.
The young man, himself a beneficiary of his looks and his effect on women, meets his counterpart
and falls madly in love with her.
An unexpected turn of events leaves him in despair.

Oliver tells his story of two lovers.
A young woman meets her untimely death at her moment of greatest happiness.
After her partner falls in love again, his fate is fulfilled in his own death.
A love that fails because of memories and mistakes, but also because of a past love.

So as not to be left out, the landlord also tells a few stories that are exciting, thought-provoking and stirring.
And so the hikers are exempt from paying the bill.
But with the promise to come back the following year.

A collection of exciting and gripping stories that focus on the modern way of life.

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Biografie
I was born in Halle/Saale in 1959 and grew up in a large family. I experienced my mother's restlessness and inability to love, as well as brutal parenting methods. My experiences with writing are multi-layered. During my school days in the GDR, I noticed the talent of my enterprising German teacher. For her, I thought at the time, I wrote poems, short stories and always something new. Was it the difficult, restless childhood? I think it was just a form of expression, surely the texts came from my frequent daydreams, because they were my refuge. My grandmother recognized the need for expression at an early age and introduced me to her favourites, the French and English classics. There's a finger-pointing little story about that. On the evening of my tenth birthday, I found a volume of Charles Dickens' "Christmas Story" on the bedside table. The Bible had disappeared. My grandmother was a special old lady who spoke little, but she could smoke with relish and drink freshly brewed coffee. A great adventure came into my life. This led me to William Makepeace Thackeray, where I almost twisted my brain over "The Virginians". The turn to the old Russians was pre-programmed. I developed an irrepressible love for Lev Tolstoy. To this day, I still feed off his "Kreutzer Sonata" and am convinced that no one will ever reach this depth again. As my desire for inner journeys was not satisfied, the prose of Fyodor Dostoyevsky followed. The "White Nights" hit the mark for me. His "Uncle's Dream" continues to impress me over the decades. Nikolai Semyonovich Leskov's stories created images as mighty as sequoia trees and as emotional as the love of elves. Then came my leap into more modern times. The experiences of Ijon Tichy from "Star Diaries" by Stanislaw Lem entertained me so wonderfully and whetted my appetite for more. Gerd Prokop's "Wer stielt schon Unterschenkel", Erwin Strittmatter, especially "Tinko", enlarged my world many times over. Maria Lobe did the same with "Der Anderl" and the poetry of Eva Strittmatter. Wonderful childhood and adolescent companions. I wanted to become a writer. Not because I wrote, because it wrote me. My mother and the cultural commission of the GDR were against it. My mother because she thought it was an unprofitable art, the cultural commission because I was too revolutionary and free-thinking and didn't conform to the socialist world view. The adventure ended when I left school and a new one began. This took me far away from the ideals and aspirations of my youth, but I never gave up writing. My greatest work in the GDR, "Leben im Abseits", was betrayed by a friend on the way to free Berlin. My reward was 34 months in the Stasi prison in Cottbus. Once I arrived in the free world, I tried to sort out my broken mind and came to terms with the fruits of my memories. The results were "Hoffnungstassen" (poetry), "Drei Wanderer" (prose) and "Kartoffelbetten isst man nicht" (satire). Despite this, I was haunted by my memories and experiences in the GDR. Not knowing anything about the local literary scene, dear friends sent the scripts to the literary agency Axel Polder in Munich. Everything was proofread and made ready for publication in 1991. While it was still in print, I lost all courage and withdrew. I moved away from writing again and did things that were alien to my nature. At first I worked as a nurse in an intensive care unit. When that was no longer possible, I earned my living as an SAP consultant. After a long period in the valley of tears, I began reworking the books "The Forgotten Childhood" and "Worm in the Head". And pictures again, right into spheres. This will take a while and is planned for 2021 at the latest. A new form of expression conquered me, the screenplay. "Wurm im Kopf" was to be my first victim, had to be the bold step. My book "Drei Wanderer" was published on 13.05.2020 in modernized language by tredition GmbH in Hamburg, as paperback, hardcover and eBook. You experience me as a creative spirit full of restlessness, but also characterized by uncertainty and self-doubt, who often questions and doubts. Thank God, I have remained the revolutionary and uncomfortable spirit.