20/03/2018
- This drama is based on fiction and any similarity to real people, places, and events are purely coincidental -
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, there was the Bierstube...
Arcom Planet, Krökkingen City, galactic year 3456
The Bierstube was almost empty, lost in a sad dim light and in a sleepy music. Dhong was sitting at the bar, alone and melancholy; his slender and greenish fingers, charateristic of the "Yodan" alien race, were holding a cup of "arconian" beer.
Two young Arconian moved close to the bar to order something.
- Ehy man, i'm pretty sure i know u - said one of the Arconians - Aren't u Dhong?
- Sure.. there are not so many Yodan on Arcom, it's hard to be mistaken.
- No no, i mean, i remember u, last month u were counting absurd and crazy stories about the Bierstube... i think u lifted the elbow too much, my friend - and he bursted into laugher.
Dhong glared at him with steely eyes - In this Bierstube i saw things that u can't even imagine... -
- No please! - bursted the Barman - i heard this story 500 times, we are not interested! -
The old Dhong ignored him; using his cane he stood up awkwardly from the stool, he stared at the young and cleared his troath.
- There was a time when the Bierstube was managed from terrestrials beings... Friedrich the Ukrainian, Pohl the bedbug and Jakobi the Beast, with them Aedan the Hawk. -
- And what did they do so unbelievable to be remembered? -
- I still remember the last night i saw them... before to hear the whole story from the newscast. 17 March 3422, 38 years ago, i was just a young Yodan, but the memory is clear in my mind.
- And.. what happened that night?
- Imagine to abandon the Bierstube in the hands of the "Horde", with all the alcoholic and drug stuff that were going over, fool people fighting, literally slaughtering each other for the last sip of alcohol and for the leftover; the place transformed in a swampland of alcohol and broken glasses, in the big smoke of the secret archives that were burned to delete any proof...
Imagine to try to call the shuttle sharing service of the Arcom planet, the only way to have a vehicle to escape in the night from the interstellar police, that was coming to arrest them.
I can testimony... this really happened, at the time of the terrestrials...
The young Arconian started finally to be curious... - hey, it sounds interesting, i want to hear the whole story.
Dhong heaved a big sigh and prepared himself to count.
- It started here, at the Bierstube of Krökkingen, 45 years ago...
To be continued
