Last night it has been snowing again. Heavily, noiselessly,
inexorably. As a child I would have gone into raptures over the frozen present
that Mother Hulda was sending down from heaven. As a grown-up I couldn’t enjoy
it anymore. It’s true that the whole world looked peaceful and quiet under its
thick white blanket, but also cold and hostile. Even next to the heating the mere thought of
being out there made me shudder with cold and I decided to crawl under my covers to warm
myself.
I fetched Bel-Ami from the chest of drawers beside my bed and
plunged back into Maupassant‘s colourful descriptions of dandy life in the
second half of the nineteenth century. The chapter was set on a hot
summer day in Paris. Under my covers I could almost feel the suffocating air
filling the protagonist‘s lungs! Bel-Ami’s continuing and eventually successful
attempts to seduce the wife of his boss certainly added to it although today
those scenes wouldn’t even shock a small child.
As time advanced my eyes got heavier and heavier. The words started to jumble in my mind and stopped telling me the story. I just couldn’t read any longer. I had
to put away my book and turn off the light. Time to sleep. It was silent outside as if the
whole world were on stand-by for the night. No traffic noise made it into the
room. No voices could be heard. The snow muffled every sound. I fell fast asleep at once and certainly
drifted into sweet dreams after my read although I can't remember.
It was a few minutes past 4:00 a.m. when I was roused from sleep. At first my mind
couldn’t make head or tail of the noise because it was still drowsy, but the more my consciousness emerged from the depths of the darkness the
clearer it got what was happening. A big
snowplough was cleaning the streets from the snow of the night! Just a few
minutes later a roaring sound of a snow blower upset my ears. The caretaker was
doing her job despite the small hours and against all rules.
For heaven’s sake it was too early for such a monstrous gadget and too early to get up! I turned to
the other side and tried to get some more sleep. Without success. I stayed in bed
until 5:30 a.m. Then I got up and made myself ready for work leisurely. The weird
thing is that I’m not tired at all. Maybe I should get up so early every day? NO WAY!!!!!
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