{"id":878,"date":"2023-01-06T16:16:01","date_gmt":"2023-01-06T16:16:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/anerwelten.lu\/wordpress\/?p=878"},"modified":"2023-05-12T12:43:39","modified_gmt":"2023-05-12T11:43:39","slug":"ikarus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/anerwelten.lu\/wordpress\/ikarus\/","title":{"rendered":"Ikarus"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Text by Cosimo Suglia)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Note: <\/strong>The following text first appeared in a literary zine by our editor Cosimo Suglia. It was a special-made zine for the Luxembourgish book fair <\/em>Walfer Bicherdeeg 2022 \u2014 the concept and main theme of the zine is simple: <\/em>4OUR<\/strong>. There are four stories<\/strong> in the zine, two in English and two in Luxembourgish. There are four acts<\/strong> to each story. And, lastly, the stories were written four you<\/strong>. In the span of the next weeks, the stories will be published here on <\/em>Aner <\/strong>Welten<\/strong>. <\/strong>The idea behind the zine, was to introduce the local reading community to alternative ways of publishing literature. We thus highly encourage others to research what zines are and perhaps emulate our effort!<\/em><\/p>\n

Four a future full of literature and art. Four a future full of speculative fiction. Four a future full of zines.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\ud80c\udda3<\/span><\/p>\n

I.<\/strong><\/p>\n

D’Middegkeet fr\u00ebsst sech duerch mech duerch.<\/p>\n

Ech schlofen op honnert Matrassen. Wann ech mech dr\u00e9inen, spieren ech d’Plommen an de Matrassen. Dr\u00e9inen ech mech ze vill, falen ech erof a sinn dout. Dout, w\u00e9i d’Villercher, deenen hier Plommen an der Matrass sinn.<\/p>\n

Heiansdo, wann ech net weess wat maachen, wat oft ass, hei uewen, op mengem Bett, lauschteren ech de Plommen no. Se p\u00ebspere mir zou, dass se d’Welt dobausse verm\u00ebssen. Den Himmel. D’Wolleken. De Geroch vun der Sonn.<\/p>\n

Ech richen ze s\u00e9iss, soen se mir.<\/p>\n

Si sichen d\u2019S\u00e9il vun der Loft, erzielen se mir.<\/p>\n

Ech sichen de klengen Doud, erzielen ech hinnen, an dann eekelen si sech. Ech d\u00e4erf net. Selbstbest\u00ebmmen, dofir h\u00e4tt ech den Hang net. Dat soll een engem aneren iwwerloossen. Ech soll just viru mech hi schlofen. Esou, jo, esou g\u00e9if ech der Gesellschaft eppes b\u00e4idroen, hei uewen, op mengem Bett.<\/p>\n

Ech kucken op d’Mauer an dat gielt Muster verdr\u00e9int sech. W\u00e9i Efeu. Bis den Efeu w\u00e9i e Gesiicht ausges\u00e4it. M\u00e4i Gesiicht. Ech si mer net s\u00e9cher. Ech weess net m\u00e9i w\u00e9i ech ausgesinn.<\/p>\n

Hei uewen, op mengem Bett, g\u00ebtt et kee Spigel.<\/p>\n

Just d’H\u00e9icht an de Fall, a keng Plommen, d\u00e9i mech g\u00e9ifen opf\u00e4nken.<\/p>\n

II.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Den Ikarus war Pilot. \u00a0An der Arm\u00e9i.<\/p>\n

Hien hat Top Gun<\/em> g\u00e4ren. Ech weess, et ass e Clich\u00e9. Mee e Clich\u00e9 deen eng Wouerecht ass, beweist de Witz vum Liewen. Ech g\u00e9if dat mol esou erkl\u00e4ren. W\u00e9i anescht, w\u00e9ist ech mol net.<\/p>\n

Wann e B\u00ebbee op d’Welt k\u00ebnnt, kuckt en oft als \u00e9ischt mol no uewen. \u00dcblech, ges\u00e4it en d’Luuchten um Plaffong an e Krees vu Hiewanen an Dokteren, d\u00e9i no \u00ebnnen kucken. Dofir seent de M\u00ebnsch sech no Luucht, huet Angscht virun der Nuecht, dem Schiet, dat D\u00e4ischtert.<\/p>\n

Net den Ikarus.<\/p>\n

Hien, hien ass op d’Welt komm, wou de Mound vun der Sonn ersat gouf. Hie krut dat alles mat, well hien an deem Moment gebuer gouf, a keen do war, deen sech \u00ebm hien gek\u00ebmmert huet. Seng Mamm war eleng. Si huet et net mat Z\u00e4iten an d’Klinik gepackt. Si ass duerch e K\u00fcrbisfeld gelaf, fir bei den Auto, mee hir Fruchtblos ass geplatzt. Den Ikarus ass t\u00ebschent K\u00fcrbissen op d’Welt komm. Mam Kapp am Himmel.<\/p>\n

De Mound huet hien ugelaacht.<\/p>\n

D’Sonn huet hien ugelaacht.<\/p>\n

Seng Mamm ass am Feld nach verblutt.<\/p>\n

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III.<\/strong><\/p>\n

W\u00e9i ech den Ikarus kenne gel\u00e9iert hunn, war hie brong vun der Sonn. An Italien, huet d’Sonn \u00ebmmer gesch\u00e9ngt. Hien sot awer oft, et wier de Mound, deen hien ulaacht.<\/p>\n

M\u00e4i Mound, huet hie mech oft genannt, w\u00e9i mir dunn zesummekomm sinn. Daagsiwwer, huet den Ikarus net geschafft. Hien huet mat mir den Dag verbruecht. Mir goungen duerch verlueren Dierfer an hunn a Restaurante giess, wou kl\u00e9ng Bomen, mat hellbloe Schiertecher eis hausgemaachen Iessen opged\u00ebscht hunn. Et war fritt\u00e9iert Calamaren an Zucchiniblieder, ageluechten Oliven, verbrannte Paprika, gegrillte Poulet a F\u00ebsch, an Nuddele mat Bounen oder Auberginne oder Ricotta, bis mir de Soud vun all der Tomatenzooss kruten.<\/p>\n

Den Ikarus wollt mir seng Kultur; seng Welt weisen.<\/p>\n

Mee net alles.<\/p>\n

Hie war stolz, dass hie fl\u00e9ie konnt. M\u00e9i wollt hien net driwwer soen.<\/p>\n

Hien ass oft owes geflunn.<\/p>\n

De Mound huet hien begleet. Mat der Hand geholl, gezunn, an d\u00e9i richteg Ecken gedr\u00e9ckt, w\u00e9i eng Mamm et g\u00e9if maachen. Eng Mamm, d\u00e9i den Ikarus ni hat.<\/p>\n

D’Sonn, dog\u00e9int, huet mam Ikarus gespillt. Hien dozou opgefuerdert, Saachen ze maachen, deen hien ni h\u00e4tt sollte maachen. E Brudder, deen den Ikarus ni hat.<\/p>\n

De Mound war zaart an duuss. D’Sonn war stramm a r\u00e4isseresch.<\/p>\n

Am Waasser vun der Puglia huet den Ikarus seng Flilleke verluer.<\/p>\n

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IV.<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u00e4i Mound nennt den Ikarus mech nach \u00ebmmer.<\/p>\n

D’L\u00e9ift hannendrun awer, ass verschwonnen. Et ass just nach Drang. Leed. D’D\u00e9ckdoen fl\u00e9isst duerch seng Z\u00e4nn. D’Opginn danzt hannert sengen Aen.<\/p>\n

Hie kuckt vun do \u00ebnnen, ouni seng Flilleken, op mech erop.<\/p>\n

Ech kucken vun hei uewen, mat menge Matrassen, op hien erof. An hien nennt mech s\u00e4i Mound. Hie benotzt net m\u00e4in Numm. M\u00e4in Numm, deen ech kaum h\u00e9ieren. M\u00e4in Numm, dee fir d’Vrecken mech hei uewen net erreecht. M\u00e4i Numm, deen ech mat der Z\u00e4it verl\u00e9ieren. W\u00e9i m\u00e4i Gesiicht. W\u00e9i m\u00e4i Liewen.<\/p>\n

Meng L\u00e9ift, d\u00e9i ass nach do. Liicht. Schl\u00e9it lues viru sech hin. Br\u00e9cht, wann ech den Ikarus gesinn.<\/p>\n

Ech sinn dem Ikarus s\u00e4i Mound.<\/p>\n

Wat den Ikarus awer net weess, net m\u00e9cht, ass m\u00e4in Numm soen.<\/p>\n

So m\u00e4in Numm, Ikarus, an ech sprangen hei erof.<\/p>\n

So m\u00e4in Numm, Ikarus, an ech ginn deng Plommen.<\/p>\n

So m\u00e4in Numm, Ikarus, an ech ginn deng nei Flilleken.<\/p>\n

Zesummen, l\u00e9iere mer fl\u00e9ien, Ikarus.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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