The soccer game already had begun.
On the couch I sank about four thirty-four
light years into the seat cushions.
I totally couldn't figure out the soccer,
because the image had disintegrated in
moving colored squares, like when they
try to make a face unrecognizable.
Almost closing my eyes and looking
through the lashes didn't help either.
Looking at Kuno, I saw his skull shining
through his skin. The others seemed to
wear a kind of masks that were constantly
changing. And Wolfgang showed a kind
of speech balloons, as he talked. Like
in comics. Suddenly everyone except
me raised the arms in the air.
Rudi Völler had scored.
