Basically he’s on his way home from the doctor and they say he’s pretty much gonna die unless he gets surgery for the object he swallowed a couple days ago. He’s got 48 hours to live before he’ll have to be put down. I dunno what I can do…
I have a paypal. It’s moral012592@hotmail.com
He needs $300 for the surgery by dec.29th 2016 or he will die.
He’s so weak currently he doesn’t wanna play. It took everything just to get him to stand for the picture.
I dunno what I can do… But if anyone wants to help I will send you pictures of the progress on him.
Damnit! I had to edit my paypal cause I misspelled it!
At Alfred’s outburst Ludwig left everything where it was at the table and rushed to his side. The violence and suddenness of emotion shook Ludwig, but he had to stay calm. Alfred had told him his brother had moved to Canada with their mother, but nothing about the tragedy broadcasted just now could logically connect to Matthew.
Unless… this had to do with the special bond said to be shared by twins? Ludwig was hesitant to believe in such a lofty idea. Given all the emotional turmoil they had been going though, it was only natural something would trigger an irrational reaction like this.
It would be dangerous to put themselves at risk of capture and incarceration on the back of an attack of fear and paranoia. Ludwig knew Alfred wouldn’t like about the feelings he felt, but those feelings having any basis in reality was another matter altogether.
“Alfred, calm down,” he said, putting a reassuring arm around the distraught American. “I am sure your brother is just fine. There’s been a lot going on, and a lot of crazy stuff to deal with - it’s just the stress of the whole thing getting to you. But,” he added, softening, “if it will put your mind at ease, you should call your mother. Let me come with you. Of course, I won’t speak to her, but I want to … I want to be there for you, you know?”
Feeling more reassured, Alfred nodded his head and slowly
stood up.
“I am probably over reacting…”
Still he could not shake the pain and fear he felt deep inside.
He walked over to get his coat on and boots on. His face was expressionless.
Without another word, Alfred walked out into the snow and shut the door behind
him. Soon his silhouette could be seen at one of the windows. He began prying
the shutters from the wall, on creaky old joints and closing them. Soon any remaining
light from the outside was gone and the cabin was only illuminated by the
fireplace and a few oil lamps. Alfred then entered the cabin, shook the snow
from his hair, and peeled out of his winterwear.
“That should do it. Probably good timing as well. The wind
seems to be picking up. It looks like we have a storm rolling in. We must make
that rabbit and whatever else we have left last a few days probably. I really
wish I could have caught some more now.”
The American sat down in the chair in front of the
fireplace. He poked at the embers with a fire iron.
Watching Alfred silently move about and finally settle by the fire, Ludwig felt a knot twist in his stomach. The American was still badly shaken up by the sensations that had taken hold of him a few moments earlier, that much was obvious.
It wouldn’t be wise to suddenly drive all the way to Canada on a gut feeling with no basis in evidence, but it was best for Alfred that he contact the only person who could properly alleviate his concerns. Otherwise, especially stuck out here, Alfred might go crazy with worry.
“Listen,” he said, awkwardly drawing up a chair opposite the American and sitting down. “Let’s call your mother, just to make sure all’s well. It’s important you have peace of mind. And… if it’s alright, I’d like to try and get in contact with my parents too, to let them know the situation and that I’m doing fine. Soon they’ll start to wonder why they haven’t heard from me. I can’t let them worry.”
Monschau is a small resort town in the Eifel region of Nordrhein-Westfalen in Northwestern Germany, near Aachen. The historic town center has many preserved half-timbered houses; its narrow streets have remained nearly unchanged for 300 years, making the town a popular tourist attraction. An open-air classical music festival is staged annually at Burg Monschau, the local castle. Historically, the main industry of the town was cloth-mills. The town’s name first appeared in documents in 1198; the local castle dates back to the 13th century.
Did you know? The custom of the Weihnachtsbaum (Christmas tree) developed in early modern Germany. Predecessors can be traced to the 15th century when devout Christians brought decorated trees into their homes. The custom acquired popularity beyond Germany in the mid-1800s, at first among the upper classes. The tree was traditionally decorated with edibles such as apples and nuts. In the 18th century, it began to be illuminated by candles which were ultimately replaced by Christmas lights. Today, there’s a wide variety of ornaments, sweets or garlands and tinsel. An angel or star might be placed at the top of the tree. While it is clear that the modern Christmas tree originated during the Renaissance of early modern Germany, there are a number of theories as to its ultimate origin. Its 16th-century origins are sometimes associated with German Protestant Christian reformer Martin Luther who is said to have first added lighted candles to an evergreen tree. It’s frequently traced to the symbolism of trees in pre-Christian winter rites, in particular through the story of Donar’s Oak.
As Christmas Eve is upon us (and Hanukkah starts tomorrow!), I hope that all of you will have happy and safe holidays, and if you do not celebrate, I still hope you’re having a good time and are healthy!
Ludwig is dressed up as the Christkind**, Gilbert as 19th century Santa Claus*!
For the occasion I thought I might share some information with you about German Chirstmas!
