“The uniform of a soldier…?” RF nods. “Michael Adams looks so to speak from beyond the grave as if he hardly can understand that he himself never was there, which was a monster. At least here in This Atelier he wants to be, what was his role model: famous, almost unique. Thats for me so mad, you can tell even anyone outside this island…” “By the way: outside?” How to get down off this island?” Furthermore no one has thought about, the consistent heat puts you to sleep, it distributes to the time on the beach and in the hotel… Time? Sense of time disappears also so gradually. RF returned to the hotel, a room visits as remotely, which looks quite similar to the dressing room in a theatre and is located directly in front of one of the huge mirror. Left and right pages, on which instructions are available for the role of the…(?) The name was curiously omitted. “I should think from now even the role or what?” RF believes in this place, in this room ever to have been, many years ago? Before he can longer consider it very hesitantly knocks on the door, he brashly asks that you would like to enter but.
An employee of the theatre, in the RF long time ago employed was, occurs, wonders not RF, but conceals his terror. Should a screenplay be in the package, which the man hands him? Left alone, he tears apart the thick paper and indeed: a thick screenplay, but already worn, even covered in grease stains? He pulls out a piece of paper, which was among the first pages: “Useless, can be disposed of even!” Who wrote this, senses RF, he recognizes the writing than the by… He forgot the name and that worries him very briefly, then it is completely normal for him. In the mirror: a very young face, RF had never looked, but..? Michael Adams, which itself allows this ugly fun from the other world, can even watch how it goes on now: all events are repeated in a time warp and possibly RF soon lands him… Anil Saklani