Look what I found living on the porch

St. Andrews Cross Spider

Actually it was Mr. Swiss that drew my attention to our new neighbour. She decided to make a nest at the angle between the top of the cupboard door and the roof, so I really had to use the close up lens to take her photo. Of course, the next step was to discover her name. It seems she is the female species of the St. Andrews Cross spider, also known as the orb spider I believe.

She is sitting on her egg sack which probably has a couple of hundred babies inside. I read that they all hatch out some time in Autumn and stay nice and comfortable where they are until spring, although I am no expert. Actually I did once take a photo of some hatchlings, so am waiting for the birth. Mama seems quite happy at the moment so we have decided to leave her where she is.

Daily Prompt: On the Road

If you could pause real life and spend some time living with a family anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVELS.

A Walk through Marrakesh

A street scene in Marrakesh, Morocco, something completely different, but not the place I would go. I enjoyed my week’s holiday there, but just as something completely different. Daily bargaining on the market for my food would not be my thing, and I did try for a year to learn Arabic, discovering that not everything is Arabic. The Algerians do not really understand the Moroccans, the Gulf States speak a sort of high Arabic and Iran speaks Farsi. The Iraqi’s have their own dialect. I think Egypt is about the most normal average Arabic. Even the writing can become complicated when they start leaving out the vowels. So an Arabic country does not come into the question.

The world is a big place and I am a little too much on the golden oldie side to do a Jack Kerouac and jump in a car with some grey haired colleagues and just take a ride across the country. Apart from not being able to find any golden oldies mad enough to go with me, Switzerland is a small place compared to other countries and you would cross it in a few hours, so no adventure. The only pills and drugs I would take would be those that I need to sustain me on my daily way in life, like diabetes pills, vitamin pills and anti-cholesterol pills. No joints at my age and I do not smoke in any case.

To remain on a serious level, which I do not find so easy on these daily prompts, there is a little wish I have. I spent approximately twelve years learning Russian. I visited Russia for a couple of days on a school trip in 1964. It was a Baltic Sea cruise and it was the time when Leningrad was Leningrad and not St. Petersburg and Nikita Chruschov was the man in charge. It was 200% communism, but an experience never to be forgotten. Seeing women doing road work with pneumatic drills was certainly something impressive for an 18 year old and people queuing for a drink (I think it was beer) served from a tank wagon parked on the roadside was also a memory I took home with me.

These days have now gone. I remember the fantastic impression I had of the fountains at the Summer Palace of the Tsar, about half an hour ride from Leningrad, the entrance steps with gold and black fountains. In the grounds of the palace you were surprised with water spouting out of the earth. I heard that after communism was finished, one of the negative sides were that the metal parts of the fountains declined, rust took over, although I believe steps have now been taken again to repair them.

There were a hard core of about eight of us in our Russian lessons, mixed ages. One girl took the chance and jumped to an offer of three months in Moscow to learn the language living with a Russian family. She returned after her three months, still alive, but she told us she burst into tears when she arrived home through relief.

I would still take the chance, if I could, to do it myself. You can really only learn a language if you are surrounded by it and have to use it. That was how I learnt German Swiss German. I have now been living in Switzerland for 47 years; the first 20 years of my life were spent in London. The only chance I have today to speak Russian is with one of the ladies that work on the cash register at my local supermarket. She has been in Switzerland for a few years, was married to a Swiss and speaks German quite well. Naturally she is my victim for trying out the sparse Russian I still know, but she understands me and also helps me with pronunciation and vocabulary.

So, who knows, one day I might go shopping with my life saving equipment of tablets, take the train to Zürich Airport instead of shopping and fly away, next stop Moscow, or perhaps St. Petersburg, or even Yalta would do me. Yalta is a very nice place, the holiday area for the Russians. Winston Churchill and Roosevelt knew why they met Stalin in such a place for a conference; the Russian Riviera. The Russian lady at the supermarket spent her holiday in the Krim this year somewhere in a Black Sea resort and returned to her work looking quite sunburnt. Yes, that would be the place for my language holiday. Learn Russian, enjoy life and take it easy – I might even take Mr. Swiss with me if it cannot be avoided.

Daily Prompt: On the Road

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  2. On the Road « Geek Ergo Sum
  3. Living in a Teletubby house in Spain… | The Rider
  4. Back to the womb | alienorajt
  5. Daily Prompt: On the Road | Under the Monkey Tree
  6. Daily Prompt: On the Road « Mama Bear Musings
  7. My own moon viewing platform. | The Ambitious Drifter
  8. Daily Prompt: On the Road | Life as a country bumpkin…not a city girl
  9. Ships | Hope* the happy hugger
  10. Daily Prompt: On the Road #photography | ThisCornerOfTheWoods
  11. A Family | Barefoot on Rainy Days
  12. Daily Prompt: On the Road | Charles Ray’s Ramblings
  13. Island Chick [Daily Prompt: On the Road] | unknowinglee
  14. Monarch Butterfly (Travels) | photo potpourri
  15. If Interviewed By Barbara Walters | The Jittery Goat
  16. Welcome to Hobbiton | A Short A Day
  17. Daily Prompt: On the road | My Endless Rants & Ramblings
  18. Daily Prompt: On The Road | Eikons
  19. “On the Road” | Relax
  20. Daily Prompt – Travels | paisleypedlar
  21. Cancel the Babysitter | Honey Did you See that?
  22. 187. Getting Away From It All | Barely Right of Center
  23. Daily Prompt: Travels | Chronicles of a Public Transit User
  24. Daily Prompt: On the Road | lifebeinggirly
  25. Immersed In A Culture | Tony’s Texts
  26. A Side of France Beyond Paris | peonies and pistachios
  27. Beginning of Civilization | crookedeyebrows
  28. Visiting offspring | Sue’s Trifles
  29. Travels | Rebecca Barray
  30. Where in the world is Rob’s Surf Report? | Rob’s Surf Report
  31. Midnight Train: Daily Prompt | Finicky Philly
  32. My Kinda Stupid: Travelling The Hard Way | Just Visiting This Planet
  33. Blossoming in Korea | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
  34. Travellers lost | Random Encounters of an Inquisitive Mind
  35. Don’t Let it Slip | Journey to the Centre of My Heart
  36. Off To The Burrow! | amateurxpress
  37. Eye on the Road with the Heart at Home | In Scarlet Ink
  38. Daily Prompt: On the Road | My Atheist Blog
  39. The Holy Land | Life is great
  40. The Summer “Challenge” | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  41. One Starving Activist
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  44. Daily Prompt: On the Road | The Land Slide Photography
  45. Halo Veronica! | Compass & Quill
  46. DailyPrompt: Australia | viver para contar
  47. On the Road: Venice, a Nonet | Danny James
  48. The Travels I Have Been | Flowers and Breezes
  49. Somewhere Peaceful | Lost in Adeline’s
  50. Daily Prompt: On the Road | cagedbutterfly1
  51. On the Road | The Nameless One
  52. pause to live | sarahscapes
  53. Imagination; Always a Destination…(WP daily prompt) | Daily Observations
  54. Off to join the circus… | notsinglebutnothappy
  55. Up and Above vs. On The Road / Daily Prompt | Communication For Development
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  57. RENAME THAT NASTY FEELING | Emotional Fitness
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  60. ? | A Day in the Life
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  62. Daily Prompt: On the Road | To Breathe is to Write
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  68. No way back from Africa: the road to Hunter’s Lodge | Tish Farrell
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  70. Daily Prompt Challenge ~ Travels | soletusknow
  71. Beach House | Incessant Ramblings
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Daily Prompt: Clean House

Is there “junk” in your life? What kind? How do you get rid of it?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us JUNK.

Nera and Tabby in the garden cupboard

I grew up with junk and the motto “It might come in handy” but it never did. My felines are quite happy in our garden cupboard sitting on the official plastic bags ready for the rubbish disposal. Actually this is the only place where we have junk at the moment, and even that is in the throes of renewal. I have already cleared away the first shelf of earthenware pots, but I have time for the rest. I also threw away a bag of berry plant fertiliser and vegetable patch fertiliser. I gave up with the farming ideas when my back gave up with bending. I even found a pot of stuff to make your hydrangias turn blue.

To begin at the beginning, mum and dad did not have a lot when they got married. Dad had arrived home from the war, had to find a job, and they moved into the top floor of an East end slum house with three rooms, my grandfather living downstairs in his three rooms. Then I arrived and space got very narrow. Eventually as I grew older I was moved out of my parents’ bedroom into my own room, so we lived in the kitchen. At least the cooker was out on the stairwell on a platform. The whole place was a junk store. Some of the furniture had untility marks on it, originating from war time where furniture was a rare article. Luckily we had no problem with throwing anything away, as we did not have very much. Most of it was a bargain bought “down the lane”.

If we do same fast steps forward we arrive in so-called modern times. I now live in an organised country called Switzerland and believe me Swiss households do not have junk, at least the average Swiss citizen would not admit to it. We are now organised.

The rubbish collection is once a week and it has to be packed in the special plastic bags bought from the local council. They cost a small fortune. They had so many cases of theft in the local supermarket of these bags that you can now only buy them over the counter and not from the shelves.

According to the local rules, moving house is to be made at the end of March and September for a nice neat organisation. You cannot have people moving just when they feel like it. To avoid the stress of moving out, cleaning up everything, repairing stuff and moving in all on the same day, it is a good idea to move out perhaps a month before. No problem: you just have to pay two rents for a month, the old place and the new. If it is your own place, then you make your own arrangements. We Swiss are organised.

Over the past 45 years of married life we collected a lot of stuff we really did not need. We moved a couple of times until we bought our own place, but there is a mysterious ghostly apparition which seems to pile things up in a cellar which you no longer need. One day I decided to begin an exorcism, although a real exorcism would have been easy: just do a few chants, spread some chicken blood, or any blood really, all organised from the local butcher; if it were only so easy. I spared the organising of the blood, did it all by myself with Mr. Swiss, and am now the proud possessor of a junk-free home (except for the garden cupboard). We even have a phrase for the mess “Bethnal Green conditions” which was the place where I grew up.

I now have a motto “live as if you would move once a month” and it more or less works. Just a quick observing check in the cellar and hobby room to see if you really need what is there. Ok, I do have six bookshelves in the hobby room, but I am not going to throw them, I might want to read them again. Today we have Kindle so that problem is avoided. We have a second TV in the hobby room, but no TV connection. It still works and who knows? It might come in handy. I am still looking for the original Picasso painting I had, but cannot remember where I put it. Or did I throw it out at the last big rubbish collection?

Daily Prompt: Clean House

Clean Pingbacks

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  86. JUNK | Aurora Morealist
  87. JUNK YARD STORY: Clean House | Aurora Morealist

Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow

Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LIFE.

Orchids

After three years my orchid is flowering again. Of course, no surprise, I remember when I bought it as a special offer. I found one orchid alone is no big deal, so I bought some more. There were five at the time, all nicely sitting on a table in front of the window. Since I built the greenhouse to replace half of the porch, things have exploded. Mr. Swiss always said I tend to overdo things, five orchids would have been enough for the normal person, but one hundred is a little too much. I think the problem is that I tend to talk to them now and again, just to encourage their growth. The older I get the more conversations I hold with them.

WordPress are still supplying my daily prompt, although they wrote to say the words “Pulitzer”, “Nobel” and “Booker” combined with “prize” are now a no go and becoming monotonous. If I have not received the prize yet, I never will. I should write about something else (perhaps my orchids?).

As you notice, my blogs can be quite short sometimes. Not that I am running out of things to say. As long as you have three felines that seem to think they are the Ying and Yang of life, there is always something to write. Unfortunately my fingers no longer type as well as they did and my ideas are diminishing. They do say that all cells are replaceable in the human body, only the little grey ones in the brain die forever.

After spending three months in prison for displaying photos on my blog of the local police station, local government building and some politicians, I had a little trouble. Mr. Swiss always said I am cutting it to a fine edge with my photography. Just because I have a camera with close-up lens, it does not mean that I can take photos of everywhere and everything. He said this was the photo that did it.

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It was just a view of my bank, from inside, taken from the balcony with fantastic black and white complememts: a work of art, but the police did not look at it that way. It seems photos of banks can be useful information to a certain type of person. Was it my fault that the bank was robbed three weeks after the photo appeared?

I am still blogging away, no problem.

My followers in blogging land are diminishing. Do I no longer have the magnetizing gifts of absorbing new disciples? Are my blogs no longer as magical and fascinating as they were, or are we all becoming older? The days of the golden oldies have been replaced by the grufties the fossils, we fall asleep reading the blogs and forget after five minutes what was written.

I heard there is a new blog site called “Senior Stargazers”. I think I will join. They have a weekly prompt and you get a gratis obituary blog should you no longer be amongst the active members.

Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow

Ebbing and Flowing Pingbacks

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Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time

When you’re giddy with excitement, does time speed up? Slow down? Tell us about the experience of anticipation.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WAITING.

Waiting for the train Solothurn station

Waiting for the train, perhaps with excitement that a dear friend is arriving, someone you have not seen for some time. You might be departing for the airport, taking a long wanted holiday or just a shopping trip in another town. Under the worst circumstances, the train will take you to your work place. Or course it might be that you have killed someone and are using the train to escape.

A Bend in Time: yes, with time my back seems to have acquired a permanent bend.  Me? I am cool these days. When I was a kid I could not wait until the visitors arrived, especially if they were bringing someone of my age. Christmas seemed to take a long while to arrive : a family party on Christmas Day meeting my cousins, aunts and uncles and having a good time. There was plenty to drink, to eat and of course the presents. The supreme hit was no-one really remained sober, although come to think of it they were all approaching golden oldie age.

I could not wait to get rid of my two bumps which eventually arrived in the shape of two sons in due course, wondering what sort they would be, the colour of their eyes (ok they all have blue eyes when born), and if they have hair, will it be curly or straight?

The years pass by, working years, cooking years, and housekeeping years:  there is always something to do. Of course looking forward to events is still there but the day eventually arrives that you have looked forward to all your (working) life; the day when you do not have to arise in the morning to arrive in the office. The day when you can at last do what you want to do and not what you have to do, known as retirement. You even get paid for it, the problem being that apart from the usual cost of living, what do you want to spend it on? New clothes are ok, but mine go now more in the direction of jeans (short or long according to season), t-shirts and sneakers. High heels, skirts, costumes – forget it. Perhaps once a year for a celebration of something, otherwise practical shopping gear. Your parading days in the office are finished. And one rule: never visit the office after you are retired. No-one really wants you there, you have done your deed and now someone else is sitting at your desk. You now belong to yesterday; the tomorrows belong to those that are glad to see you are no longer there.

I survived and I have arrived in the happy retirement grounds. Even survival is something to be thankful for. I drove to and fro to work every week day and with my perfect knowledge of the roads and car, it is not so natural that I came through it all. I could have caught some sort of dreaded modern disease, such as chicken ‘flu, been the victim of a bank robbery.

I am now a golden oldie and I can do what I want, but where is the excitement? What am I waiting for (except for my Pulitzer/Nobel/Man Booker prize for blog of the year). I am waiting for the Daily Prompt from WordPress which more or less arrives every day at 14.00 hours. Admittedly I am then taking my midday retired sleep, but all the more a surprise when I arise, fit up my computer, switch it on and see the task of the day. I do not get excited about it, just take it in my stride.

Today is Friday so I might clean the shower this afternoon: just a matter of an hour. No, I do not become excited about cleaning the shower, but just a little excited knowing that when it is done I do not clean it again for another week.

In olden grey haired days, when your joints do not move with the supple lubrication they had ten years ago, when your daily routines consist of taking the right tablets at the right moment, time passes at a supersonic speed. I think you can compare it with a Formula 1 race, but no-one really wins. You are even too exhausted to savour the rewards. The only anticipation today is waiting for the result of a doctor examination, knowing whether you should start thinking about writing your testament today or tomorrow.

My father reached his 98th birthday this week. I can still remember visiting him and my mother in England with Mr. Swiss and the kids. We would make a sightseeing trip around London, go shopping, have a meal somewhere in the West End and there would be perhaps a family gathering. It is as if it all happened yesterday, but it was many years ago. My mother passed on, my father can no longer walk so well.

I no longer look forward with excitement to anything or cannot wait until something happens. I just take it easy, little steps at a time. Of course there are various things I look forward to, but to be quite honest, growing old is not something fantastic. I have often heard golden oldies say if they only knew what they knew now when they were twenty or thirty years younger and I have joined the club. Life would be so much easier.

Not wanting to end this blog on such a dark and dismal note, I hope to be going to London next month for a week to see my dad, all going well. You can all look forwards to not reading my blogs for a week while I am away. You will be warned in due time. My three felines have now reached the golden oldie age of 11 and 12 years, being quite ancient in human years, but it does not seem to bother them. They sleep twenty-three hours a day and spend the 24th hour searching for a place to sleep. They are all eating well, throw up a hairball in between to show that their reactions are still 100%, and even have a hissing session now and again. The only thing they look forward to and cannot wait, is a plate of tuna fish on Wednesday and Sunday evening.

Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time

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Daily Prompt: 2100

The language of the future: what will it be like? Write an experimental post using some imagined vocabulary — abbreviations, slang, new terms.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FUTURE.

Close-up Station clock Solothurn

‘old on, I don’t ‘ave to imagine any noo language or vocab, it’s ‘ere already. Just take a walk on the street and open up your ‘earoles. No real kid speaks the queen’s fing anymore. They can’t even rite it. Just stick your nose in this fb fing, it’s all done wiv letters and numbers, words ‘ve kicked it. Oo needs em, just a waste of computer space if you ask me, but don’t ask me cause I’m one of those gruftis, like old and not wiv it.

I’m speakting 2 U all by the way. Where I live, like we ‘av a lot of languages all mixed up. I ‘eard a gal talking once to ‘er mates in a shop about wot to buy. Nah it was all in Schwiizer tütsch, u ig bi sicher das dir das nit verstah. Anyhow she said wot abaht äpfelküche, ‚cos she wanted to know if she fancied like an apple pie. The girl turned round like and said, oh yeah, mi piace äpfelkküche git it. Wot she said was “Yes, I like apple pie”, the trubble being that ‘er mum and dad, ‘er grufties, came from I tie land, like Italy, and so she spoke a bit of everyfing altogether: a real mischmasch. Now we ‘ave a lot of those secondo types in Switzerland, speaking all the languages mixed up, so that’s the way it comes out. A bit of Schwiizertütsch u e bit of italianski, wotever.

I have been cutting me brain in a few bits and pieces since living in this multi culti place. I ain’t ‘ad it eesy, specially cos me own lingo is sort of English, you know, cockney. Get the gist of that, in my brain it was all cockney wiv no aches and I ainn’t got nuffing, like I’ave got somefing, but we do it all wiv two no’s wot make a yes, work that one out. So one way or the ovver fings got a bit complicated. I did a few years Ben Sherman in England, but it weren’t that way when I got to Schwiez, where they all speak a bit ov everyfing. A bit of Itie, a bit of Ben Sherman, a bit of frog (not being nasty, but they call us the roast beef). There I was stuck in the middle of everyfing, but I was in Zürich so it was the old Ben Sherman schwiizer tütsch wot made it a bit easy. Nah if I ‘ad landed somewhere in the middle, like in the röschti graben, it would ‘ave been a real eliot ness wouldn’t it. I would ‘av ben parleying a bit of frog, and a bit of Ben Sherman schwiizer tütsch and that would ‘ave been a right pickle.

Me old man parleys a bit of everyfing, but ‘e likes ‘is old Ben Sherman wiv the gruetzis and mercis and ciaous. A rite old mix-up that is. ‘E can parley a bit of the old anglo as well fank gawd but not like I do. Ain’t everyone a cockney, but this is all abaht wot ‘appens in the future ain’t it. Not that I fink it will all be cockny, it will probably be all that leetspeak or whatever. Nah ‘ow can you replace I luv you with 459. Don’t sound very romantic does it, whispering the magic numbers 459 in the earole of your mate. But then you can always add a ❤ and I ain’t found out wot that means yet either.

I fink I’ve dun enuf damage for today. It might not be the language of the future, but I fink if you fall asleep today and do the wakey wakey in 2100, you ain’t gonna understand ‘alf of wot they are talking abaht, let alone all those text fings going on in the Face bookie side. Someow I ‘ave a feeling that even the youngsters ain’t going to understand each ovver either, specially if they ‘ave forgotten wot a word looks like, with letters and all the trimmings.

I nah ‘ave only one fing to say to you all see ya 2morro

If ya want a translation like normal, then I ain’t doing it – ask Wikipedia or Bill Gates, they seem to know it all.

Daily Prompt: 2100

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Blogger Creative Challenge 270: Steps

Steps to Tower, St. Urs Cathedral, Solothurn

Magda knocked softly on the door and entered. Father Jonas was sitting in his chair looking out of the window, watching the road works taking place in front of his church. It was no longer his church. He was approaching his 100th birthday and his stool had long been in the hands of Father Joseph, who was nearing his 70th anniversary. How time flies.

“Come in Magda” Father Jonas called

“I have brought you your supper: a lovely chicken soup and freshly baked bread from the housekeeper.

“Wonderful. Is there something else Magda?”. Father Jonas noticed the twitch in Magda’s face, which always seemed to develop when she was excited.

“The workmen found something strange when they were digging Father and the housekeeper said I should show it to you.”

“Don’t be timid Magda, what is it you have?”

And Magda opened her hand showing an oval pendant hanging on a black velvet ribbon. The photo of a young lady with piercing eyes, dressed in black,. The ribbon was dusty, worn with the years.

“Morticia!” he exclaimed. “It is Morticia.”

“You mean the lady that was the cleaner in the church for many years, until she died mysteriously many years ago. I never knew her, but there are all sorts of stories told in the town.”

“Yes Magda, that was Morticia.”

“She has such strang”e eyes, although it might be the old photograph methods they had in those days. The housekeeper did not recognise her.”

“No, Magda, she wouldn’t. Morticia passed on many years before she entered into service at the vicarage. It was a strange story and I think most of us would prefer to forget what happened.

Thank you for the food Magda, you may go.”

Magda realised that Father Jonas no longer wished to talk about the pendant. He took it in his hand and regarded it closely as she left the room.

He remembered well what happened, although he would have preferred that it had not happened. A forgotten episode in the life of a young catholic priest, but he had sinned and served his sentence many times over through his thoughts.

Morticia was a wild thing, one of the village children that had no parents. An unknown father and a mother that suffered at the hands of the gin bottle. He had given her work as a serving girl. He was still learning and not yet dedicated himself to the church. He noticed how she watched him when she served the meals, or when he crossed her path while she was cleaning the pews and stairs in the church. He found her attractive, with her green piercing eyes, a mysterious beauty she was.

One evening he had retired to his room and there was a knock on the door. It was Morticia.

”I have brought you something to drink Father” she said.

Father Jonas could feel her breath on him as she drew closer. She was wearing a thin cotton dress, her contours pressing through the almost transparent material. She touched him on the hand, just slightly, as she gave him the cup with the liquid. He was a young man, dedicated to the church, but his feelings were human. She was willing, more than willing, reflecting on the situation he now realises it was planned. She was infatuated by him, wanting him and he gave in. He was only human.

When he awoke the next morning she was no longer laying at his side, just her perfume and sweat lay in the air, as a reminder.

“What to do, what to do” were the questions bothering him. He was to be a priest, to be ordained and he had given in to the female flesh. This was wrong. He decided to see his superior and confess. He could not live with this sin.

A surprise awaited him. He was told that he should forget this sin, forget the girl. She would be sent away and there was to be no further talk about this matter. Oh little did Father Jonas realise that he was not the only human to be tempted by this woman.

The next evening there was a soft knock on the door. Father Jonas opened it only a crack and there she was again. He wanted to shut the door, but her foot was blocking the way. He told her to leave.

“No, never” she said. You have taken my honour.”

Father Jonas pushed her away and closed the door.

He saw her again the next morning, but would never forget the look in her eyes, there was definitely something evil about the girl.

She was cleaning the steps one after the other until she reached the top. She walked further until she was poised on the platform surrounding the spire of the church and there she disappeared from view. She had never been seen again. Many stories were told. She was seen with a travelling circus, she worked in a brothel in a near bye town, she had become a nun. Father Jonas knew this was not true. She had walked upwards, perhaps hoping to reach heaven, never to be seen again. How did Father Jonas know where she went?

That evening Father Jonas took his last breath with the pendant clutched in his hand. The next morning the workmen uncovered a female skeleton near to where they had discovered the pendant.

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