Juli Zeh - The Method

MIA STILL HAS her ear to the door and is whispering something about Moritz and it being his home and how it was all a mistake, when the doorbell rings again: shriek, shriek. When Mia throws open the door, it isn’t night any more, it’s broad daylight, and Moritz isn’t standing in front of her; it’s the Present, this time in triplicate. All three are wearing hygiene masks; two retreat onto the landing to create more distance between themselves and Frau Holl.

‘Mia,’ says the one who hasn’t moved, ‘I didn’t want to come.’

‘Driss,’ says Pollie, ‘we agreed to stick together.’

‘No, we didn’t,’ says Driss. To Mia she says, ‘They forced me.’

‘Let me do the talking,’ says Lizzie. ‘Good morning, Frau Holl.’

‘Good morning,’ says Mia. Her voice is immeasurably weary. She can guess what the neighbourly deputation is going to ask her. She would have slammed the door already if it weren’t for Driss’s eyes: two round mirrors of devotion, gazing out above her mask. Driss’s eyes are an addiction. Besides, Mia would like to know exactly which part of the story has prompted her neighbours to make their visit now.

‘It’s a great photo,’ says Driss. ‘You look lovely! You made the front page!’ She reaches for the newspaper, but Pollie whisks it away.

‘There’s a photo of me in The Healthy Mind ?’ Mia extends a hand, causing Lizzie and Pollie to take another step backwards.

‘More importantly,’ says Lizze, ‘ this arrived today.’ She pulls a letter from her tabard and holds it up with both hands. From the look on her face, it could easily be a message from the Almighty, except God, of course, is dead. ‘Date, dear Frau so-and-so, with regard to, and so forth. Listen to this: “It has come to our attention that a resident of your block has been convicted for breaching the Health Code. Infractions of this nature may prejudice your status as a monitored household and will be taken into consideration when you apply to renew your licence next year.”’

‘Who cares about the letter?’ says Driss. ‘The article is great. It was written by your friend. Do you think he’ll call again soon?’

‘ I care about the letter,’ says Pollie from behind Lizzie. ‘You’re not the only one who lives here, Frau Holl.’

‘It’s our house,’ says Lizzie. ‘We put a lot of effort into keeping it nice.’

‘Looking after it, cleaning it.’

‘It’s nothing personal. It’s just important to be considerate.’

‘Let me see the article,’ says Mia.

‘Relocation would be in everyone’s best interests,’ says Lizzie. ‘Including yours.’

‘I beg your pardon,’ says Mia. Behind her, in the living room, the ideal inamorata laughs.

‘I think you should stay,’ says Driss. ‘Not everyone is the sister of a celebrity. I think it’s cool.’

‘Are you crazy, Driss?’ asks Pollie. ‘Do you want to be next?’

‘They’ll be writing about you in the paper before you know it,’ says Lizzie.

‘Thank you, ladies,’ says Mia, ‘but I’d like you to leave.’

‘No,’ snaps Pollie. ‘ You’re the one who’s going to leave.’

‘Leave me alone!’ shouts Mia.

She steps forward and her neighbours take flight. Pollie is so startled that she drops her copy of The Healthy Mind . The newspaper lands on the top step.

Mens Sana: The Healthy Mind , Monday 14 July

Heinrich Kramer appeals for civil vigilance in response to heightened terrorist threat

OPTIMISM IS A virtue, but virtue alone is not enough to protect our society from the rising tide of terrorism. This is the lesson that should be learned from the announcement last night that further strikes are on the way.

Radicalised resistance groups pose a serious threat to our society, a threat that is growing by the day. The time has come for our politicians and media to face the truth, no matter how painful it may be. We can no longer ignore the fact that certain individuals — people who appear to lead entirely normal lives — are prepared to wage war on the Method and therefore against the citizens of this state. Tomorrow’s terrorist could be an apparently harmless acquaintance, neighbour, colleague or friend. These people do not conform to a single demographic or socio-economic profile; they disguise themselves in all walks of life. Method Defence holds detailed information on the operational resources, communication lines and planned activities of key PRI cells, but the wider network of sympathisers, lone fanatics and independent resistance groups is all but impossible to monitor and control.

The authorities are reluctant to release detailed information until measures are in place to neutralise the threat. Reliable sources believe the next strike is likely to involve biological weapons. Possible targets include the purification plants for air and water, which could be hijacked by terrorists seeking to perpetrate a bacterial or viral attack.

Given the information blackout, we can only speculate about the identity of the individuals behind the threat. According to experts, the campaign of violence may well be linked to twenty-seven-year-old Moritz Holl, who was under investigation by Method Defence in the run-up to his death in May this year. The convicted murderer and rapist kicked up a media storm when he refused to accept responsibility for his crimes and subsequently eluded official justice by killing himself in prison. Readers of this paper will remember his oft-cited mantra, ‘You are sacrificing me on the altar of your delusions’, which anti-Method propagandists have adopted in their campaign.

The Healthy Mind has since learned that Moritz Holl’s childhood was blighted by illness. ‘He thought nobody understood him — our parents, his friends, me,’ said his sister, Mia Holl. ‘He talked more to plants and animals than to us.’ This latest information confirms the view of Moritz Holl as an enemy combatant, and the new wave of PRI violence is doubtless connected to his death.

‘It’s not a question of if but when the terrorists will use a dirty bomb,’ said the Minister for Security at a press conference this morning. For now, the authorities are doing their best to guarantee the safety of every citizen, but they need your help. Civil vigilance is imperative. Our system is devoted to the well-being of its citizens, but we cannot allow its trusting, optimistic outlook to blind us to the threat. We are all responsible for Method Defence.

Citizens, be vigilant!

THE IDEAL INAMORATA reads the article to Mia and intones the words in a gentle voice. From her lips, Kramer’s tirade sounds like a verse from an epic poem. Mia, who is back on her stationary bike, takes a break from her furious campaign against the missing final kilometres and applauds.

‘Bravo! Bravo! What a triumph of journalism! “ He thought nobody understood him — our parents, his friends, me,” said his sister, Mia Holl . It’s absolute genius!’

‘I’ve never read such contemptible lies,’ says the ideal inamorata, red spots of anger blooming on her cheeks.

‘The world is full of contemptible lies,’ says Mia. ‘Just look at any newspaper.’

‘Weren’t you listening, Mia? Don’t you realise what he’s doing?’

‘Sure. He’s mobilising the troops in the war against anti-Method agitators.’

‘No, he’s preparing the charge sheet against Mia Holl!’

‘You’re just paranoid.’ Mia is pedalling again; she suddenly ups the tempo. ‘It’s pretty funny, come to think of it. A delusion with delusions.’