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just took place. Lukas speaks to him in a different language and then laughs.
“That’s what you mean, right?” Professor Ludemann checks with Johanna and Henning. He struggles to maintain his composure.
“Yes,” Johanna whispers, barely audibly because Lukas is talking to himself in a monotone voice. Meanwhile, the nurses have bound his arms, legs, torso, and head to the door.
“What else has happened during these attacks?” Henning asks.
“Nothing else. He throws out insults and speaks in that language. Sometimes he ridicules the people present, provoking them. Eventually, he falls asleep.
“Does it always get so cold?” Johanna asks. Professor Ludemann considers the clouds that come out with every sentence Lukas utters.
“No. No, not in a way that caught our attention, right, Dr. Miller?”
The doctor shakes her head. She is clearly freezing now.
“And … the flies?” Henning nods toward the bed.
“Flies?” Professor Ludemann asks, confused. Johanna, Professor Ludemann, and Dr. Miller look over. Around Lukas’s head, there are a number of fly carcasses that look as if they crawled right out of him and died.
“The room is climate controlled and the windows are closed. That’s impossible!” Professor Ludemann hisses. Lukas lets out a throaty laugh, then speaks again, and later falls into a restless sleep. As they leave, Professor Ludemann looks as if he’s aged years.
Johanna and Henning reach Hamburg in the wee hours of the morning. There’s a light drizzle, but the sun is coming though. Henning double-parks in front of Johanna’s apartment, but she doesn’t get out. With blank stares, they watch a garbage truck and the garbage men collecting and emptying trashcans from the side of the road.
“You can call any time, Jo. I won’t be able to sleep anyway. I’ll probably just drink a beer and watch a movie.”
“Let’s go to the archive,” Johanna says flatly.
“What?”
“Let’s do the audio from the last DVDs and the video from today. Volker is usually in his office around nine o’clock. I’ll go see him.”
Henning groans. “No beer?” He can’t even pull off this little joke convincingly.
“Sure! We’ll go to the gas station first,” Johanna decides. Henning starts the engine.
Volker shows up at the Theological Department at ten past nine. Johanna is already waiting for him in the hall.
“Johanna!” He is surprised.
“It’s important, Volker. That’s why I’m here.” They hug briefly.
“You look wiped out. And you smell of beer!” Volker opens his office and they sit at his desk.
“Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I have some recordings now. Can you start on the translation today? Can you manage it?”
“Today? Johanna, this afternoon I have to … .”
“Volker, please!” She pushes a USB stick across the desk to him. He hesitates, but the pleading in Johanna’s eyes softens him and he takes it.
“Johanna, can you tell me what you’re working on here?”
“Just listen to it, Volker. When can you get it done?”
“I don’t even know how much … .” he looks at her. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Volker!” she gets up.
“You’re leaving again?”
“I still have a lot to do today.” She closes the door behind her. She wants to meet Henning soon, so they can visit Mrs. Falkner.
*
September 8, 10:45 a.m., Outside Johanna’s Apartment
Johanna throws her backpack on the back seat and gets into the car with Henning.
“They come out of his mouth, Jo!” Henning greets her, excitedly. She is too tired to understand right away. Henning hits the gas.
“Who comes … .”
“The flies. They come out when he exhales and then fall next to his face.” Johanna feels this sentence gnawing away at her.
“But you can’t see anything on the camera,” she objects and tries to escape with a technical discussion. It helps.
“I ran it through two image editing programs. It’s blurry, but you can make it out.” Henning
“That’s what you mean, right?” Professor Ludemann checks with Johanna and Henning. He struggles to maintain his composure.
“Yes,” Johanna whispers, barely audibly because Lukas is talking to himself in a monotone voice. Meanwhile, the nurses have bound his arms, legs, torso, and head to the door.
“What else has happened during these attacks?” Henning asks.
“Nothing else. He throws out insults and speaks in that language. Sometimes he ridicules the people present, provoking them. Eventually, he falls asleep.
“Does it always get so cold?” Johanna asks. Professor Ludemann considers the clouds that come out with every sentence Lukas utters.
“No. No, not in a way that caught our attention, right, Dr. Miller?”
The doctor shakes her head. She is clearly freezing now.
“And … the flies?” Henning nods toward the bed.
“Flies?” Professor Ludemann asks, confused. Johanna, Professor Ludemann, and Dr. Miller look over. Around Lukas’s head, there are a number of fly carcasses that look as if they crawled right out of him and died.
“The room is climate controlled and the windows are closed. That’s impossible!” Professor Ludemann hisses. Lukas lets out a throaty laugh, then speaks again, and later falls into a restless sleep. As they leave, Professor Ludemann looks as if he’s aged years.
Johanna and Henning reach Hamburg in the wee hours of the morning. There’s a light drizzle, but the sun is coming though. Henning double-parks in front of Johanna’s apartment, but she doesn’t get out. With blank stares, they watch a garbage truck and the garbage men collecting and emptying trashcans from the side of the road.
“You can call any time, Jo. I won’t be able to sleep anyway. I’ll probably just drink a beer and watch a movie.”
“Let’s go to the archive,” Johanna says flatly.
“What?”
“Let’s do the audio from the last DVDs and the video from today. Volker is usually in his office around nine o’clock. I’ll go see him.”
Henning groans. “No beer?” He can’t even pull off this little joke convincingly.
“Sure! We’ll go to the gas station first,” Johanna decides. Henning starts the engine.
Volker shows up at the Theological Department at ten past nine. Johanna is already waiting for him in the hall.
“Johanna!” He is surprised.
“It’s important, Volker. That’s why I’m here.” They hug briefly.
“You look wiped out. And you smell of beer!” Volker opens his office and they sit at his desk.
“Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I have some recordings now. Can you start on the translation today? Can you manage it?”
“Today? Johanna, this afternoon I have to … .”
“Volker, please!” She pushes a USB stick across the desk to him. He hesitates, but the pleading in Johanna’s eyes softens him and he takes it.
“Johanna, can you tell me what you’re working on here?”
“Just listen to it, Volker. When can you get it done?”
“I don’t even know how much … .” he looks at her. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Volker!” she gets up.
“You’re leaving again?”
“I still have a lot to do today.” She closes the door behind her. She wants to meet Henning soon, so they can visit Mrs. Falkner.
*
September 8, 10:45 a.m., Outside Johanna’s Apartment
Johanna throws her backpack on the back seat and gets into the car with Henning.
“They come out of his mouth, Jo!” Henning greets her, excitedly. She is too tired to understand right away. Henning hits the gas.
“Who comes … .”
“The flies. They come out when he exhales and then fall next to his face.” Johanna feels this sentence gnawing away at her.
“But you can’t see anything on the camera,” she objects and tries to escape with a technical discussion. It helps.
“I ran it through two image editing programs. It’s blurry, but you can make it out.” Henning
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