|E-Mail and Reality von Peter Lässig|
"Damn!", Peter cursed and looked at his watch. 11.32 am. The young man sighed, "I will be too late." Peter was on his way to Munich International Airport, or better, he *should* be on his way, instead of it he sat there in a traffic-jam, about 12 km. "I should have known better. Friday noon, this highway, rushhour is starting. Shit! Damn! Damn! Damn!" Hitting the wheel with one fist, he looked again at his watch; 11:35. Nervously he changed the tape in his car-stereo and let the techno-beats stomp through the car. There was half an hour left, 30 minutes for further 25 km. The airport of Munich is on the very outskirts of Munich, the distance between the place where the young man works and the airport is about 40 km. And no end of the traffic- jam...
"Flight DE 374-89 from Detroit is just arrived on Gateway 16", those
words Peter heard as he headed for the terminal D where he had to go. Peter
looked on the huge electronic board showing arrivals and departures. From
the huge window on the other side of the terminal D one had a fantastic
view to the waiting aeroplanes and Peter could easily see the huge body
of the Lockheed Tristar of Delta-Air. He ignored it and hurried to the
big glass-doors where lots of other people were waiting. Men with flowers
welcoming their loved ones, women waiting for their husbands, parents waiting
for their children... Peter waited for someone special. "Hmm, what if they
all knew that they flew together with an actual *dragon*?", Peter wondered
and grinned. Yes, this time it came true, he was going to meet his e-mail-friend
Doran, a silver-blue dragon, now captured in a human body. He wanted to
spend some days in Germany together with his friend Peter. Strange enough,
Peter was nearly twice as old as Doran (in his human form), but this didn't
matter to both of them. Peter looked around, but he could not see his friend.
He waited and waited, finally the crowd was gone and Peter stood there
alone... and puzzled. Finally he turned around and started walking towards
the exit. "What could have happened? Was I wrong with the date or the flight-number?
Was...", he muttered as he was interrupted by a male voice, "Excuse me...are
you >Peter L...<?"
After Doran took a little nap and a refreshing shower, they both
took the suburban train for Munich Downtown. Peter wanted to show his friend
some beautiful sights of "his" beloved city..and of course, he wanted Doran
to taste some typical Bavarian dishes. So they - at least this evening
- would ignore all Burger Kings or McDonald's...They spent a beautiful
time together and during Peter's explications, they discussed of course
"their" topic: Dragons. Peter somehow still was a doubter concerning the
real existence or a probable return of dragons, so finally Doran said:
"Oh, my friend, I am afraid to say, there will be soon a big surprise
for you...". But although Peter asked for further details, Doran only smiled
and changed the topic....
At home, Peter the first time realized the plenty of bags Doran brought
for his trip. "What the hell do you want with all your bagage?", he asked.
"Oh, all these things I need. And *this* one here-", Doran took a nice
camcorder-camera out of one of his bags- "is quite important. Can you handle
such a thing?" Peter shook his head. "I never did." "So you better should
learn to use it soon", Doran muttered under his breath and added for Peter
to hear: "Oh, it is not so difficult - just as easy as photography."
This and similar ways, they spent together a wonderful time and the week passed quickly by. Peter learned much about dragons and in return, he was able to help Doran not to give up his faith into human-kind completly.
Peter met Doran some years earlier in the internet, where Doran runs
his own homepage and even a dragon-club. But there was something special
about that young fellow: Peter knew many dragon-lovers and also many so
called "dragons". Indeed, the net was full of people who believe themselves
to be dragons or believe dragons to come into cities like Los Angeles for
kidnapping people or choose someone especially pure-hearted for helping
a dragon living in another dimension to fight a great danger or things
like that. Other people call themselves "Dragonlord" or "Master of the
Dragons" and some unluckier ones were not able anymore to distinguish
between imagination and reality.
Doran was different. Yes, he also claimed to be a dragon, but he
was not so fantatic about it. He always considered and revised his own
emotions and feelings before coming to a conclusion. But during the last
few months, for Doran it became more and more a fact of actually being
a dragon and Peter started to accept this point of view, although it has
been a very hard way for him to do so. To believe in the existence of dragons
in our society is a very tricky thing: Either you can get the victim of
a betrayer or of a fanatic as it happened to him or they call you mad and
ask for medical advice.
But now Doran was finally here in Germany and besides all this lessons about dragons and how to avoid maniacs, another thing Peter learned - how to use a camcorder.
And this very camcorder layed now in front of the two friends on
the table. It was the last evening they had to spend together before Doran
would fly home. Peter was a little depressed, because his friend's presence
has brought much joy and brightness into his daily business. And also Doran
did not talk much this evening, there was a strange mood in the air. Doran
seemed to be concentrating on somewhat Peter could not figure out. Finally
he broke the silence. "So you really love dragons, don't you, Peter?".
Peter was taken in surprise by that question. "Eh, yes, of course. I love
dragons. Why not?" "But you still refuse to accept their, or better: *our*
existence. Why?" "Because I have never met one in its real dragon-form.
Believe me, I would do really *everything* just to get a glance on a dragon."
Doran looked Peter straight into his eyes. "You really would do *everything*?"
Peter nodded. Silence.
Doran walked straight to the open fields behind the house where Peter lived. After a short walk he stopped and looked up to the sky. The stars were shining, sparkling like diamonds in this crispy fresh night. Doran sighed. "Well, my friend. Give me a hug and swear the dragons' oath." "Pardon?" "A hug, full of your affection! And then the oath I taught you once". "I don't understand, sorry. You can't be serious." "I *am* serious. Just half an hour ago you told me you would do *everything* to see a dragon. That you love dragons." "Yes, I said that, but why are we here? It's fuckin' cold here..." "Look at me, don't you think I feel these low temperatures stronger than you", Doran interrupted Peter's complains. "Please, show me your affection and your trust to get it done finally." "What *done*? And how should I show you my affection?" "How do you show your girlfriend that you love her, that you care for her a big deal ?". "Hmm. I kiss and hug her.". "Fine. Just do it with me now. Prove me that you and I were friends. That you love me." "Are you crazy? You are a boy. I would never hug or even kiss a boy, am I a pervert gay?", Peter protested. "Please, Peter, don't become ridiculous. Is it pervert to hug a friend? Besides, you promised to do everything for seeing a dragon...". "So you are gonna tell me, if I kiss you, you would change into a dragon, just like in a fairy-tale? How stupid you think am I to believe in such a foolishness? And then, should I kiss the next frog I see hoping for getting a princess?". "Peter, listen to me now when I am telling you this. During all the years, during all the e-mails we exchanged, you accepted me to be a dragon. You contacted me, because I am a dragon. You know my story, the story of Doran Eirok. You have said you believe it is true. Has it all been just a lie from you? Did you betray me all the times? Please, tell me here and now: Do you believe in dragons. Do you believe me to be a dragon. Do you really love dragons. Is it just a sort of a fantasy role-game for you? Tell me now. And tell me the truth!" Silence.
Peter turned around, staring at the opposite direction, saying nothing.
Doran sighed and took a step towards his friend. What, if his friend Peter
really has lain to him all the time? This musn't be, this can't be. All
hopes would be shattered...He prayed to the Lord that his fears would be
unfounded. He put a hand on Peter's shoulder. Peter jerked a little bit
and stood silent. "Please, Peter, tell me, what's the matter.". "I can't
believe it", Peter said shivering and Doran could see a slight tear running
down Peter's face. "So it was all a game for you, from the beginning on?"
Doran asked softly. Peter shook his head. "No, you can't call it a game.
All I wrote about my experiences with dragons and my feelings towards
dragons is true. It's only...I always *wished* your story of >Doran Eirok<
would be true, but I never believed it could be true *actually*. And when
you are telling me it would be enough to kiss you like the fairy-tale's
frog which should become a prince after the kiss...It is so ridiculous.
Besides, you yourself taught me to be sceptical and careful." "So, what
are you going to do now, Peter?", Doran asked. "What should I do?", Peter
asked back. "Just follow your heart, then, my friend."
And then the storm began. Sparks and lightnings and thunder and screams of Doran through the night. Peter was not able to move, he stood where he was, both feet pinned down to the ground in fear and amazement. Where Doran just stood there was now a floating of light and fog. Entranced Peter filmed it with the camera. And as sudden as all begun, it became dark again and Peter was alone. Doran was disappeared. At least the *human* Doran, Peter knew.
The young man gasped as his nose catched a strong strange smell and
his ears caught a rumble like a thunder-storm. During all the darkness
around him, there was a shimmering, a blue-silver shimmer...there was....Peter
couldn't believe it, he felt down on his knees, crying and praying ..he
knelt infront of a big foot...or better, a bestial claw with sharp talons...there
was actually a dragon infront of the human.
He entered his apartment and opened the envelope, reading the lines written by Doran.
Peter stepped into the room and started the computer. Strange, nothing left which reminded of Doran's visit for the holidays. Peter started his computer and clicked the "Microsoft Outlook" - button. A few moments later he found the message Doran wrote for his parents.
"Dear Mom and Dad.
Peter pushed the "Send"-button and wanted to leave, as he noticed
a little glimmer in his room. There was a little shimmer on the wall which
was not to explain. The shimmer faded and on the wall a big poster was
left, showing a beautiful blue-silver scaled dragon laying in a relaxed
|Und hier verbirgt sich noch ein Bild von Doran!|