Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Ulla Fallada nee Losch

‘la filosofia è il perno di tutto perché la metafisico’ was written over the door to the Taverna Festivo. Seated round a maple butcher’s block the dogmen played cards with the Ludovico brothers and Tiscali the juggler, the littlest dogman dealing a shark’s hand. The rectory assistant prepared the church for the Feast of the Renunciation, which came after the Feast of the Annunciation, welcoming the newest lambs into the fold.

Walleyes Worrall took in the scenery, having arrived two days early he had time to waste. With the feast two days off, and his mood still to middling, he decided to visit his great uncle Rudolf Fallada, a patient of 27½ years in the Waldau Sanatorium. His great uncle Rudolf believed that the world was transmitted to him through microwaves and lightening, each conveyance having a particular department or function: lightening was in charge of rational thinking, putting his socks and shoes on, eating and evacuating. Microwaves commanded his emotions, crying and laughing, feeling happy and sad, everything that made him who he was and who he could be if the microwaves aligned with the lightening, which by no fault of his own never occurred.

His great uncle Rudolf, born to his great-great uncle and great-aunt, his great-great uncle marrying his niece, Ulla Fallada nee Losch, after the untimely death of his first wife, was born July 21, 1947 in Greifswald, a small village on the outskirts of the five-mile fence known for its white potash and yellow mustard.

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