Nothing remains AS IT IS

* NEW SERIES, TRUE STORY *

Why you can’t pick up now my second book NOTHING REMAINS AS IT IS? You guessed it, cos my first book HOW IT ALL BEGINS! is still stuck to your fingers 🙂 But what happened last in HOW IT ALL BEGINS, the first book in my series DON’T AS FOR SUGAR?

 

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WEST AUSTRALIA, LATE NOVEMBER 1985. Like a giant frying pan, the sun broils over the megacity of Perthwhere Suzanne is modelling for art students at the university, while Christoph, who adores his Suzanne and has no work permit, lays glowing hot bricks in the blazing sun. Just among themselves, their hormones are also boiling until their patience snaps after months of quarrelling with their jealous main tenant Janet. Their new landlady Kelly – big heart, small garden, eight emaciated chickens and a shaggy Austrian who grows marijuana in the outback – is happy to have company and feeds them with her home-baked biscuits.

One day, Suzanne learns from a friend that a fortune teller with extraordinary psychic abilities is appearing in Fremantle’s little chapel, to which anyone interested in spirituality is cordially invited. Now the time has come, the two are sitting at the very back of the small chapel and it’s their turn.

“I welcome two new guests into our midst today,” says the seer, holding Suzanne’s hands. “I see your future clearly,” she says so loudly that it echoes in the chapel. “Great changes are in store for you. Soon you will live even further south, bear a son and pursue an ancient labour.” The seer knew more than either of them, but when she takes Christoph’s hands, her whole arm suddenly begins to tremble. “Oh my God!” she exclaims in horror, “I see dark powers and sinister demons!” A murmur goes through the rows. “In a distant place, you will be put to a severe test,” the seer continues, “only God can save your soul, be vigilant and pray!”

Everyone turns round, and although Christoph is determined not to believe in such hoaxes, he suddenly feels like a bad person. Is Christoph possessed by evil spirits? Cold sweat runs down his forehead.

“Chris, you’re worrying me!”

“Don’t worry, Suzanne, I don’t hear any evil voices yet.” The event dissolved in the blink of an eye, the two drive to the marketplace with mixed feelings and shovel the fruit and vegetables already sorted out by the farmers into their car boot.


And what happened after the fortune teller? And what about Moscow, the East German prison and the espionage? Find out everything in my third book ANTI-CYCLICAL THINKING!

AT THE END OF THE BOOK, YOU WILL FIND CORRESPONDING PHOTOS

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