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A balmy night in July 1969.
There's a spaceship.
A bloody knife.
And a boy lying dead in the grass.
This is all inextricably linked in my memory.
But let's start at the beginning...
A thrilling short Story by Alfred Bekker
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Alfred Bekker
Short Thriller
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A balmy night in July 1969.
There's a spaceship.
A bloody knife.
And a boy lying dead in the grass.
This is all inextricably linked in my memory.
But let's start at the beginning...
It's 1864 and Friedrich Wilhelm Kötter from Ladbergen in Münsterland, Germany, is standing on the deck of a ship that is just running into New York port, and looking forward to his new life.
The moon is rising and at this moment in time Kötter cannot possibly imagine that a century later the moon will not even be visible anymore in the city that never sleeps due to all the lights.
Kötter would have considered the possibility of a man walking on the moon in 1969 as even less likely.
He could never have imagined that it would be his great-grandson who would take this step for mankind.
"That's America!" shouts one of the other ragged emigrants to Kötter and slaps him on the shoulder. "Take a look at that! Anything is possible here."
But Kötter makes a dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Once a farmer always a farmer!" he said. "Here as well."
A century later...
The night of 21st July 1969 is like no other night. All over the world, people are sitting in front of their television sets, watching a few blurry black and white pictures and the clever faces of space experts who are explaining what can be seen at the moment and second-guessing how long it will be before the Eagle lands and Neil Armstrong leaves a footprint in the moon-dust.
Everywhere, young space enthusiasts, who have wrested permission from their parents, are trying to experience the greatest moment in the history of mankind live, to desperately suppress their yawns and not fall asleep before the great moment has arrived.
Everywhere...
But there is a small village in Münsterland that is resisting the pressure for this collective, reverent fraternisation of mankind. A village that says to this cloak of history: Get out of my sight and don't come anywhere near me! A village, whose greatest son is just completing the greatest act in the history of mankind and yet resists the temptation to watch this.