The lady with the crocodile handbag is wearing a super tiny sexy top, a cute miniskirt and is the incarnation of cute. »Hi honey. We still know each other, right?« »Yes, yes …« I stutter and invite Tina Ritsch into my room. She knocks herself down, and, how else could it be, plain on my bed, tossing and turning there like Rihanna in a music clip. Spit drips from my lips. Am I starring in a film now? And if so, then it is obviously not any particularly bad one. »Honey, we should have already made love when we were talking about the fridge in the apartment, don’t you think? But, honey, we still can right now!« Man, what a speed, she really goes for it. Tina obviously really wants to do it with me. Right here and now. My body yelling nothing but yes, but my heart actually does nothing but warn me, saying plain no.

»But, sweetheart, you do go for dirty sex, right?«

  »Not really«, I answer.

  »What? Not really?« Tina starts to laugh out loud and opens her reptile. »Well, in that case, I obviously have to pay you for it, right, honey?«

  She takes a bundle of bank notes out of her little purse and fumbles around with it smack in front of my nose.

  »1000 Euro for you, when we do it really kick ass dirty!«

  The zest for some ass-kicking hours grows by seconds and I finally give in. Tina puts the bundle on the bedside table, next to the two books.

  »I’ll just take a quick shower, so why don’t you get started up already, lad? In some few moments I can get serviced.«

  Tina disappears in the bathroom.

Meantime, I get rid of my bathrobe and my underpants and lay down. Being naked under my bed sheets and turn the lights off. But still everything sounds Greek to me, my whole inside nothing but a turmoil and fight. Additionally, I fight against a serious upcoming sleep attack even though I felt great five minutes ago, and now definitely lose. »Tina Ritsch is an anagram of ANTICHRIST.« A voice suddenly speaks to me, strange enough. Then a black tomcat appears and meows a Motörhead medley. Very scary all that, and it really sucks. But I’m not sure either, whether I might be already dreaming.

A heavy thundering outside, so strong, that I immediately jump up, standing in my bed. My mother always used to say in those days back yonder: God is angry. You were not well behaved! It’s dark in the room, like the night. Must have fallen deep asleep, the whole hotel is deadly quiet, and everything is plain scary. Next to me, Tina is sleeping. I grab her hand, but it is ice-cold. Something wrong with her; she seems not to breathe either. It’s thundering again, the thunderstorm comes nearer. There seems to have been a blackout, I cannot turn any lights on. I lean over the woman and want to shake her awake, when suddenly another thunder and a lot of a lightning! For a short instant I can make out the face. But, man, it is not Tina!!! Instead, it is definitely my neighbor, grandma Kruse, and she seems to be as dead as can be. Now totally scared, I walk to the window sill. The sky is full of dark clouds. No light in the little village either. No moon, no stars. Then the lightning strikes with a terrifying noise, smack into the Schifferklause and the restaurant bursts blasting flames immediately.

I am blinded by the lightning and cannot see anything for a sequence of endless moments. I panic. I have to be out of this hotel as fast as can. I grope my way from the bed to the nightstand and grab, my eyes closed, that money bundle. Then out of the door into the corridor. »Fire!!! Fire!!!«, I yell, but seemingly, I’m the only guest on that floor.

Everything is dead-like. No one, no screams for help. Only biting smoke in the corridor. I nearly stumble, speeding down the staircase, but somehow keep myself from falling in the last moment. On the ground floor, everything is burning fast, but no one here, either. Strange. Right on time, I find myself outside and run at high-speed the 150 yards to the beach. I am completely safe there and look around. The whole Atlantis in flames, with a speed that normally only haystacks explode into flames. I feel suddenly completely sick and start to puke.

A cool breeze floating from the lakeside. I shudder, freeze and am completely lonely. Lost. There is no one to be seen around in miles. And only now, after I calmed down, I recognize myself as being split naked, too. In my panic, I did not even put on my underpants. Luckily, I still had the 1000 Euro in my right hand. Bless God, I was even thinking of the dough. But what was that? It wasn’t the precious little bundle of bank notes I grabbed along with my panic attack. Nope, it was only the little white book, the New Testa...