A long way down

Shiden · Laie Anmeldungsdatum: 08.02.2009 Beiträge: 8 Wohnort: Graz

by Nick Hornby

Hach.. endlich mal wieder ein völlig unverbrauchtes, frisches Szenario.

Martin Sharp ist ein ganz normaler Durchschnittsbürger. Das heißt fast normal, denn er hat den Entschluss gefasst sich zu Silvester das Leben zu nehmen. Und er steht an besagtem Tag auch wirklich am Dach eines Hochhauses, fest entschlossen allem ein Ende zu machen. Womit er jedoch nicht gerechnet hat ist, das 3 weitere Leute unabhängig voneinander ebenfalls denselben Entschluss gefasst haben, und ihm frecherweise seine Idee klauten. Tja, wen man nicht alles so am Dach eines Hochhauses trifft, zu Silvester. Besagte Leute kommen ins Reden und voila, ensteht ein verdammt unterhaltsames Buch für zwischendurch.

Kurzer Einblick:

"Can I explain why I wanted to jump off the top of a tower-block? Of course I can explain why i wanted to jump off the top of a tower-block. I'm not a bloody idiot. I can explain it because it wasn't inexplicable; it was a logical decision, the product of proper thought. It wasn't even a very serious thought either. I don't mean it was whimsical - I just meant that it wasn't terribly complicated, or agonized. Put it this way; say you were, an assistant bank manager, in Guildford. And you'd been thinking of emigrating, and then you were offered the job of a managing bank in Sydney. Well, even though it's a pretty straightforward decision, you'd still have to think for a bit, wouldn't you? You'd at least have to work out whether you could bear to move, whether you could leave your friends and colleagues behind, whether you could uproot your wife and kids. You might sit down with a bit of paper and draw up a list of pros and cons. You know:

CONS - aged parents, friends, golf club.
PROS - more money, better quality of life (house with pool, barbecue, etc.), sea, sunshine, no left-wing councils banning 'Baa-Baa Black Sheep', no EEC directives banning Britisch sausages etc.

It's no contest, is it? The golf club! Give me a break. Obviously your aged parents give you pause for thought, but that's all it is - a pause, and a brief one too. You'd be on the phone to the travel agents within ten minutes.
Well, that was me. There simply weren't enough regrets, and lots and lots of reasons to jump. The only things in my 'cons' list were the kids, but I couldn't imagine Cindy letting me see them again anyway. I havn't got any aged parents, and I don't play golf. Suicide was my Sydney. And I say that with no offence to the good people of Sydney intended.

... "

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A long way down