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SHORT STORYTake-offFranziska SchlöglWriterFoto: AdobeStock // Iurii KachkovskyiPaul leans back and looks out of the window. The lights of theairstrip get smaller and smaller until they blur into a thin line.Paul has the familiar sinking feeling in his stomach. He openshis jaw to make his ears pop.The seat next to him is empty. A flight attendant greets himby name and hands him a small towel with serving tongs. Paulputs it on his face, feels the warmth, the slight smell of lemon.He breathes in the moisture. In twelve and a half hours hisplane will land in San Diego, California.For five weeks they had been kissing the ass of SpectroTechtronics’ COO, had invited him and his husband to the clubthree times, had to switch to a high-level approach. So muchfor quick wins. Eventually, the signed contract arrived in hismailbox.After a couple of beers in the office, they went to one bar, thenon to the next one and the next. At half past two, Paul stood on asofa in the lounge area of The Shallow and shook a champagnebottle. The cork flew, foam bubbled, three thousand eurosejaculated onto the dark laminate.Sebastian and Jasmin bawled. Christoph snatched the bottlefrom Paul’s hand, put an arm around a young woman in asequined top, and filled her empty glass. She looked like theredhead Paul had taken home last week.The overdriven bass made his stomach vibrate, white andpurple beams of light twitched around the room. He felt sickto his stomach.Paul threw up in the toilet. He hadn’t eaten all day. The vomitreeked of stomach acid and gin.At the sink, he washed his hands and rinsed his mouth. He didnot look in the mirror, did not want to see his pale face. Next tothe sink was an empty glass with ice cubes. Paul took one outand rubbed it over his wrists. He felt nothing.The ice cube slid out of his hand along the edge of the sink andstopped at the drain.Paul left the bathroom, pushing his way past sweaty backs totheir table. Music thundered in his ears, lights danced before32 his eyes, his temples pulsed. He wanted to get rid of the tastein his mouth, picked up a clean glass, filled it with vodka andRedBull and knocked the drink back.Paul looked around, looked into Sebastian’s swollen eyes,looked at Jasmin’s sunken cheeks.His Blackberry vibrated, he pulled it out of his pocket, thescreen was black. He turned it on, maybe he had missed thecall. Nothing.Christoph still had an arm around the redhead. As his gazetravelled from her neck down her bare shoulders and back, thegold of her top reflected in his eyes.With a loud bang, confetti fell from the ceiling, the crowd onthe dance floor went wild. Spotlights grazed the redhead’s face.A drop of Christoph’s saliva hit her lower lip. Confetti stuck tohis hair.Paul’s stomach turned, he retched, swallowed stomach acidand Red Bull. He pushed through the crowd, elbowing his wayto the exit.The cold air hit him in the face. Paul felt as if he could breathefor the first time.As he passed the bouncers, he got caught on the red cord, torethe barrier to the ground. One of them shouted after him, butPaul took off running.He ran down the street, faster and faster, the lights of the shopwindows blurred to his sides. He felt the sting of the cold airin his lungs, the grooves of the cobblestones through the thinsoles of his shoes.He ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran.Paul takes the towel off his face. The dampness leaves a tautfeeling on his skin.He didn’t check any luggage, all of his stuff fits in his backpack.He had cut off the handle of the toothbrush, removed the labelsfrom the clothes, every gram counts. The seat in business classis the last piece of luxury for the next five months.A soft beep sounds. Paul opens his eyes. The seat belt symbolabove him turns off.
OPPSKRIFT KULTURLapskaus medbyggryn og pølseIngrid N. KrossbakkenSkribentNo om hausten er dei norske rotgrønsakene i sesong og smakar ekstra godt i ein lapskas.Lapskaus er enkelt å lage samt gjev mykje mat for pengane. Denne oppskrifta erstor og ein treng ein stor kjele (ca. 5-6L), dersom du ikkje har dette kan du godt halvereoppskrifta så det får plass i ein mindre kjele.Ingrediensar:4 gulrøter½ kålrot2 persillerøter5 poteter1 purre4 kjøttpølser50g byggrynSlik gjer du:1. Start med å kutte alle grønsakene og pølsene i passe store bitar.2. Ha alle grønsakene i ein kjele og steik dei i olje eller smør i 5 min.3. Tilsett vatn og buljongterningane og kok opp, for så å skruned til middels låg varme. La det koke i ca. 45 min.4. Når det er 20 min igjen av koketida tilsett du byggryna og pølsene.5. Sjekk om grønsakene er møre6. Server med flatbrød og nyt!2 kjøttbuljongterningar1 ½ L vatnTips:Sidan dette er ein stor oppskrift kan det vere fint å fryse ned restane dersom einikkje vil ha lapskaus fleire dagar på rad.Foto: Ingrid N. KrossbakkenSEPTEMBER 2022 UNIKUM NR 7 33
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