Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Ted goes right to the camera, kneels, strokes it and exclaims; “It’s broken. That was an expensive camera and it’s your fault. I can have your license lifted!”

Adolph Hitler re-appears and says: “I said; ‘I can handle that all by myself.’ I strongly suspected that I would not be paid. I feel that it is pointless to ask. I am not a very good businessman. I gather my stuff and dejectedly make for the door, hoping it is still open to me. I have a socially induced need to make some verbal, parting statement. Nothing which comes to mind seems relevant or commercially productive in this Badinagia, Sudentenland. ......... Perhaps on some minor note, I’d just like to add that the Folk should not be playing sports with animals. One does not measure human speed against that of a panther. Most say we were beaten at the Olympics. I disagree. The Folk won; while the jews harp and harp on their having been ‘beaten’ by animals, who have been trained to run whenever they see the police car. ....... Ren. Hehe. It’s what you do best.”

Ted is oblivious and is futzing with his fallen camera. In an effort to affect down to earth realism and hopefully, thereby to be viewed as a competent, lover of truth, mixed with the green, monetarily motivated, customary behavior more familiar, he say; “Sorry, no charge.” The front door swings open. There is an insinuation of a grin on Ted’s face, and in an effort to