Ingo Schulze - New Lives

We walked straight across the fields. The ground under the snow had not frozen everywhere, and sometimes we had to run just to keep from sinking into the muck beneath. Michaela’s sermon exhausted me more than the physical exertion. I would have gladly turned back. But Robert wanted to make it to “Silver Lake.”

The pond was frozen over and smooth as glass. Robert and Michaela broke into a skidding competition. Several times I thought I heard the ice breaking. I turned to go, so the two of them could be together. But when I looked around once more, a snowball struck my right eye. It wasn’t just snow, as Michaela claimed, at least it hurt like hell, as if a pebble or splinter had wounded my eye. I couldn’t see a thing and feared the worst.

Robert took my hand as if I needed to be led. He never let go of my hand as we crossed the field, while Michaela kept telling me to stop carrying on.

Will you believe me if I tell you that as I crossed that snow-covered field I felt utterly happy? But that’s exactly how it was. Yes, I wept because my right eye hurt so bad, but I wept even more for happiness.

How can I explain it?

The pain had awakened me. I finally comprehended what I had known since that night at the crossroads and my visit with Aunt Trockel: my old life lay behind me. Or better: I could now really begin to live.

Ever since my original sin I had played the miser with time — not a moment in which I had not been a driven man who lived solely to grind more writing, more literature — my works, my fame — out of each day, each hour. 381

I had finally freed myself from art, from literature, and thus from time as well. Suddenly I was simply just here, to live, to enjoy — I no longer had to create anything. 382

Robert and Michaela, the snow and the air, barking dogs in the distance and sounds from the road — I took it all in as if I had just set foot on this earth, as if I found myself in the midst of the world for the very first time. Ah, Nicoletta, will you understand me? 383

Liberated, at ease, and happy, I walked behind Robert. And when a big dog came running toward us from the village of Oberlödla and Robert and Michaela tried to hide behind me, I soon quieted the yelping mutt by scratching his neck and head until he pressed against my knee and closed his eyes.

The mangy animal escorted us all the way to the road. Robert waved a car down, and it took us to the polyclinic. Outside the entrance I ran right into my physician, Dr. Weiss. He probably assumed I had found some pretext for him to attest that I was still too ill too work. Which is why he treated me a bit condescendingly. But when I told him that, no matter what happened with my eye, I didn’t want any more sick leave and he then practically forced my right eye open, it was Dr. Weiss’s friendly face that I first viewed with both eyes again.

And with that I am at the end of my story. You yourself know what happened then. And now it should actually be your turn. As for me, there’s nothing to stop me from a trip to Rome.

Your

Enrico Türmer

THE SEVEN TEXTS collected in this appendix were found on the reverse side of twenty out of a total of thirty-three letters addressed to Nicoletta Hansen. The right half of each of these manuscript pages was left blank to leave space for corrections. This explains the smaller size of these texts in comparison to the letters they accompany. Although Türmer occasionally mentions his own works in some detail, he never comments directly on what is on the back of his letters. His letter of July 9, 1990, contains the sole reference to these texts: a rather dubious explanation of the origin of these two-sided pages. One might speculate about Türmer’s motives and intentions. I have chosen merely to document the chronological connection between the “reverse pages” and the letters they accompany.

Türmer evidently considered it important that his works be read, otherwise the chronology of the letters would not match the chronology of the individual attempts at fiction. They are printed in the sequence Türmer himself chose.

I. S.

Schnitzel Hunt

…and lots of hellos to you all from Thalheim. Something’s always going on at camp. There’s never enough time to write. But it’s been raining all day today. The mood here is really great. Adelheid, our group leader, always helps out, even if it’s just somebody who still doesn’t know how to make her bed right. She certainly has shown us how often enough. The girls from the other groups are jealous of us because of Adelheid. Although at the end of the day when we’re in bed and the lights are turned out, she’s nowhere to be found.

We often have chores to do, working in the kitchen or cleaning up. I get along with everybody. We’ve had dancing two evenings already, and tomorrow there’s another dance. All the older girls are in love with Rolf, Herr Funke’s assistant. He has a moped and a helmet. Herr Funke always says Rolf is his right-hand man. Rolf played the trumpet at the memorial stone in honor of all the fallen. Before that we had subbotnik and pulled weeds.

Yesterday we had a schnitzel hunt. Maik was on the verge of tears when he was told to step forward. Frau Borchert read his letter aloud to us. Maik doesn’t want to be at camp. Frau Borchert asked him what he wanted to do at home, since everybody would be working and nobody would have time for him, and all the other kids would be at camp. We all had to laugh. Herr Funke had asked why he wanted to play at home and not here at camp. He should tell us what he doesn’t like about camp. And of course he didn’t know. First he writes letters like that and then doesn’t say a peep and he’s always just goofing off. Adelheid says Maik looks like he just might run away. Kids like Maik like to make a run for it and then the police and everybody else have to go looking for them. And of course all sorts of things can happen in the meantime and nobody’s around because they all have to go looking for Maik.

Maik started to bawl. He should have thought twice about it. It was scary, because Maik had broken camp rules. Herr Funke asked him about it — but of course not a peep. Herr Funke said he had no choice if Maik wasn’t going to talk. Maik had brought it on himself. But he was going to give him one more chance anyway. It was a way for Maik to prove himself, and Maik nodded and then said okay. We marched to the athletic field and fell in for roll call. As the brigade leader I always give the report of present and ready. It’s so crappy when I have to be the last to report in because somebody’s chattering away and just won’t hush up. We had to discuss Maik. Maik swore an oath before everybody that he wouldn’t run away. But he’s got to make up for it, for writing letters like that! What if they had ended up in the wrong hands, Herr Funke said. Children all over the world long to go to a camp like we have here, but they have to go to work and never get to attend camp. And they don’t have enough to eat, either. But we get to come here every year. Everybody was in favor of Maik having to do it. Herr Funke asked if anyone didn’t agree, but we all wanted Maik to do it, and even he raised his hand, so it was unanimous. Then he took off, just like he was, in his shorts and undershirt. We all counted out loud, eight, nine, ten, bango! Bango marks the start. Maik ran off carrying the sack, up the hill into the woods. Herr Funke called out to keep in mind that he’d sworn an oath. Then Herr Funke gave a little speech and said we shouldn’t disgrace ourselves. A half-hour head start was a real long time. But we had to keep practicing until we got it right. Just keep practicing, every day if we could. A schnitzel hunt is a fine thing, after all, Herr Funke said, and it helps the kitchen out too. If it were up to Herr Funke there’d be a lot more schnitzel hunts, throughout our whole republic. We formed four groups. The older boys divided into two groups. We were supposed to gather pinecones. Adelheid had put everything in a sack and closed it tight, and the boys took it along with them. Herr Funke came too, of course, and Rolf. We kept our eyes peeled here. You never know what somebody like Maik may do. What if he sneaks back around and suddenly he’s here and we’re all in the woods? We kept our eyes wide open and collected wood. We piled it at the kickoff circle, right at the center of the athletic field. It was a little eerie in the woods, but nobody wanted to be a scaredy-cat. Just yell, Adelheid said, if Maik shows up, just yell. Nothing’s going to happen. He’s a good two inches shorter than me. So yes, we just kept our eyes peeled. We collected more than enough wood. There’d be no gripes about that. And then we heard the siren. Herr Funke had taken the camp siren along. And so we knew that it had turned out okay. Then we took off, along with Adelheid and Sylvia, whose hair is so long it reaches her rear end. She’s always one of the first to be asked to dance. Sylvia’s the prettiest girl in camp. She has a broad belt with a golden buckle, she’s going to have her parents get one for me when we go home, because her father can arrange things. Then we’ll both have one. We went at least a kilometer into the woods. Adelheid showed us the poop of deer and other animals. We want to learn stuff like that over the next few days, and to identify bird calls too.