Rheinbund
Established Nation
23 October 2019
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia
Bastian Holzbrenner looked around him. He was in an abandoned and stripped office building from the 1960s, together with a lot of people. They had squatted the building. He was here together with the far-left group he was a member of about ten years ago. But this was not a democratic Eiffelland-Retalia. This was a dictatorship. And Bastian and his friends were fighting against it.
Everybody was talking. The building was crowded. The sound of talking people was everywhere. Everybody felt that the police was on its way, and everybody was determined to stand his ground. It was time for revolution.
“Come, let’s barricade the entrance,” somebody said. Bastian and his friends walked down the stairs. The elevators didn’t work.
Then he realised that he had to go to work at the Staatsschutz the next day, and he hadn’t told anyone where he was. Not even Christoph. Furthermore, because of his leg problem, he wasn’t allowed to do this kind of work. He wasn’t allowed to carry items which were heavier than five kilograms, and he was definitely not allowed to fight. How had he landed here?
Bastian woke up. He was lying in his bed, naked, spooning his boyfriend Christoph. He realised that he had dreamt. About his friends from 10 years ago. About the far-left group he was a member of 10 years ago. People he lost contact with during his revalidation eight years ago. He hadn’t thought about them for years. And suddenly he dreamt about them. Why?
He turned around and grabbed his Nichsdorf Lumin smartphone to check the time. 3:36. The alarm clock function would go off in four hours. They needed to go to class today; Bastian at the Universität der Stadt Trier, where he studied informatics, and Christoph at the Technische Universität Trier, where he studied electronics to become an engineer in electronics.
Bastian got out of bed, went to the toilet, returned to the bedroom after a few minutes, crouched into bed, and started to spoon Christoph again. After a quarter of an hour, he fell asleep.
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia
Bastian Holzbrenner looked around him. He was in an abandoned and stripped office building from the 1960s, together with a lot of people. They had squatted the building. He was here together with the far-left group he was a member of about ten years ago. But this was not a democratic Eiffelland-Retalia. This was a dictatorship. And Bastian and his friends were fighting against it.
Everybody was talking. The building was crowded. The sound of talking people was everywhere. Everybody felt that the police was on its way, and everybody was determined to stand his ground. It was time for revolution.
“Come, let’s barricade the entrance,” somebody said. Bastian and his friends walked down the stairs. The elevators didn’t work.
Then he realised that he had to go to work at the Staatsschutz the next day, and he hadn’t told anyone where he was. Not even Christoph. Furthermore, because of his leg problem, he wasn’t allowed to do this kind of work. He wasn’t allowed to carry items which were heavier than five kilograms, and he was definitely not allowed to fight. How had he landed here?
Bastian woke up. He was lying in his bed, naked, spooning his boyfriend Christoph. He realised that he had dreamt. About his friends from 10 years ago. About the far-left group he was a member of 10 years ago. People he lost contact with during his revalidation eight years ago. He hadn’t thought about them for years. And suddenly he dreamt about them. Why?
He turned around and grabbed his Nichsdorf Lumin smartphone to check the time. 3:36. The alarm clock function would go off in four hours. They needed to go to class today; Bastian at the Universität der Stadt Trier, where he studied informatics, and Christoph at the Technische Universität Trier, where he studied electronics to become an engineer in electronics.
Bastian got out of bed, went to the toilet, returned to the bedroom after a few minutes, crouched into bed, and started to spoon Christoph again. After a quarter of an hour, he fell asleep.