Frauen, die Bärbel heißen
368 Pages, geb. mit Schutzumschlag
Bärbel Böttcher /54/Taxidermist/single/orphaned/no children/dog owner
… wants peace and quiet
… but finds herself in trouble ...
As I went for a walk with my dog Frieda, the perfect stick suddenly lay before us. When I say lay, that’s actually not quite correct. It was sticking out. Out of a dead man’s left eye. My first impulse was to pull the stick out and throw it. But after giving it a bit of thought, I realised that others might consider this sort of behaviour a bit strange. And so despite Frieda’s enthusiastic tail wagging and my own reluctance, I picked up the phone instead of the stick and called the police. After two hours down the station, I was allowed to leave. On the way home, all I wanted to do was buy some beef tartar and settle down in front of the television with a small meal and a glass of milk. I had informed the authorities and nobody would take any further interest in me. I was mistaken.