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Chapter V
meeting friends and
cheeky drug dealer!
It was already the beginning of August and my friends and I decided to meet and discuss current issues and problems. Where can you go in August? What do we do? Is it possible to go to France for a week or go to Belgium to see comrades? Difficult issues have accumulated that require urgent solutions and action.
In Frankfurt itself, we liked certain places to visit and we liked to go to some good beer bar and agree on the phone where to go? There was plenty to choose from:
- Solzer
Frankfurt is famous for its “Apfelwein”, which translates as “apple wine”, a drink that resembles cider. If you want to try this local drink, then the Solzer Apfelwein tavern is the right place. This is one of the largest Apfelwein taverns in the Bornheim district, and every day they prepare a fresh drink according to their own secret recipe. The large beer garden is complemented by a cozy traditional tavern for chilly evenings; - Daut Schneider
Wooden benches and long tables decorate the exterior of this small tavern in true German style. Large beer barrels decorate the area, making it clear that this is the place to enjoy beer and Apfelwein in the fresh air. To complement the traditional atmosphere, there is a menu of homemade dishes, all at reasonable prices and offering a good accompaniment to local and international beers; - Zur Sonne
Founded in 1768, this historic tavern is proud of its origins and is the perfect place to enjoy authentic Frankfurt beer. The picturesque house is ideal for relaxing in a cool and spacious atmosphere, but the best thing is the huge garden. Ideal for summer, Zur Sonne can seat 350 people in its beer garden and, in true Frankfurt tradition, offers comfortable wooden seating. Zur Sonne offers draft and bottled beer, as well as “Apfelwein”, a traditional cider that is a must when visiting Frankfurt; - House Bar
This former outhouse is very well located in Innenstadt, offering the perfect setting for a warm summer evening. The décor is detailed yet simple, and due to its location away from the city center, the bar attracts locals with a sense of authenticity and well-groomedness. A good selection of beers is paired with classic German dishes from a well-prepared menu.
Unfortunately, I never had time to visit the Frankfurt Zoo. There was a desire, but I did not have time, but perhaps in the future I will definitely do it. in the end we decided to go to “Schoene Muellerun”.
“Schoene Muellerun” located next to the zoo. Cozy and peaceful place. Nice and calm atmosphere. In a quiet lane, there is a small paved outdoor area adorned with red umbrellas and lots of plants. Proud of its traditional “Apfelwein”, it’s a great place to sample a signature Frankfurt beer without the crowds of tourists. You can tell it’s a real drink: just look at the Bembel, a typical apple wine jug. Yes, who likes apple wine, go there right away, they make excellent apple wine.
It was a beautiful August day. A clear blue sky overhead foreshadowed fine weather, and there was not a cloud in the sky. The sun’s rays flooded and covered everything around because of which I constantly had to squint my eyes and I bought sunglasses.
I arrived before everyone else at 15:00 in the afternoon and wandered in splendid isolation around Frankfurt, studying local sights and watching the people around me, what are they doing, what are they doing? there was still a lot of time until 18:00 and I bought coffee to go.
At 18:00 we all met at the bar “Schoene Muellerun”. We ordered a couple of liters of apple wine, as it looks more like juice)), and also ordered fish and local beef meat dishes, which were made according to a special recipe. The mood was excellent and grew every moment, as with friends there is always something to talk about and laugh about.
They drank apple wine and then Stefan got a call from a Pole, Jan, whom I last saw a year ago. Jan, came from Warsaw to study at a local university as a journalist, but in the end he did not like this journalistic craft and he transferred to landscape design and design, yes, something like that. We didn’t mind seeing him. The Pole himself was more of a friend of Stefan, that is, Stefan knew him well. David never saw him. Jan, he came to us in 1 hour.
Jan has changed a lot in a year. I wouldn’t recognize him at all. He lost a lot of weight. Hungry. The skin on the face was as if stretched after plastic surgery. His gaze was not fixed, his eyes, Yana, ran to the sides and he was clearly nervous …
We poured Yana into a beer mug of apple wine to help him recover from his failing health from the soft drugs he used, but it was noticeable that something was wrong with Jan. What’s going on, I thought? Yes, it is obvious that Jan has changed and began to look much older than his years. I stopped dyeing my hair in different colors. Yang’s face was tense.
Jan, told us that he left the informal community of people with whom he communicated and was friends. He became a completely different person. Stefan patted him approvingly on the shoulder. Let’s make a man out of you and put in a joke, the meaning of which was that: “Yan, you need to drink a little vodka so that hair begins to grow on your chest.” We began to laugh at the Poles continued to fly jokes and barbs of the original humor from Stefan.
I’m happy for you, Jan, said, Stefan: “Our Polish girl has grown up and now has become a man,” where are your multi-colored hair. The Pole’s face twisted into a smile and he showed the German the middle finger of the rka.
Well, tell me what trouble happened to you, our dear Polish friend. Then it became obvious and clear that Jan had some problems in his life. At first he told us about tragic and unrequited love, but then he abruptly changed the subject and said that he had been treated in the hospital for 1.5 months for drug addiction.
Everyone’s mood changed noticeably for the worse, and tension hung in the air above the table. What he was talking about, Jan, was filled with sadness, melancholy and sadness …
Jan didn’t say anything interesting about it, that one day he was drug addict friends who offered him to try heroin. To inject with heroin, as it happens with people who are addicted to drugs. It all started with this, Konstantinova, Jan. It all started with this and sighed, fell silent and thought about something, and then suddenly continued. Began to prick. The money quickly ran out after a while. Sold the laptop. Some other things. Dropped studying. He stole money and other valuables from his mother, a gold watch from his father and spent everything on heroin. It was evident how tears rolled in his eyes, Yana and he were not pleased to talk about it. He sincerely regretted his actions.
There was an overdose in one of the drugs. Heart failure. Jan said that he was very lucky that he managed to call an ambulance and many thanks to the doctors who managed to pump him out. They pulled me almost “from the next world.” Doctors managed to pump out, Yang repeated. Parents, Yana, gave permission in the hospital for treatment, Yana, from drug addiction.
But here, Jan, he stopped a little and raised his hands, but I myself wanted it and, of my own free will, went to the hospital. I was not forced to go to treatment. I wanted to live. I have seen what death is. I wanted to go back to normal life again, to my real friends. Yang also said that his beloved girl left him, about whom he took all the things he gave her.
When I was in the hospital and experienced the most severe breakdown of the body from the consequences of heroin use, I wanted to see you, Stefan, to see you, Nikita. At least once again to see their old friends and meet friends. These thoughts of memories helped me in my struggle to overcome my terrible drug addiction and completely stop taking drugs. In the hospital, I recalled the time when we went to France. I remembered those wonderful moments from life when we got to Paris. Jan, he told and told everything, and the three of us listened to him carefully.
Jan, calmed down, drank a few large sips of apple wine from a mug, and then drank half a mug of apple cider. He tried to calm down and collect himself so as not to miss any moments from his memory and, Yang, catching his breath, and he was short of breath. Continued.
I am at will. The volunteer went to the hospital. I really wanted to return to normal life and become a normal full-fledged person. Whole person. He spent more than 2 months in a rehabilitation center for drug addicts from the consequences of heroin addiction. Left the clinic. Stopped… stopped communicating with drug addict friends and everyone who was involved in drugs.
Decided to start living again. Start all over again. A new life without drugs, but there were dealers or drug dealers who sold heroin to me. They began to demand money and some kind of debt. A debt that didn’t exist. I gave them everything. Gave everything I had. I stole, but I don’t owe them anything.
This situation turned out to be critically difficult and not pleasant, Jan, did not know what to do? So he said I don’t know what to do?
Jan, openly stated that he owes nothing to drug dealers. They literally extort money from me. We talked for a long time on this difficult topic in the fourth.
Here, Stefan showed the most activity, that it is necessary to resolve this issue with drug dealers, talk with them and try to resolve this issue peacefully. David reacted neutrally to what was happening. The Greek did not like this idea at all, just like the Pole himself. Drug addicts in healthy people, except for disgust, do not cause and cannot cause anything.
I thought that what is the point of helping a former drug addict who tomorrow with the same success will take up a needle and start stabbing again? Stefan, he persuaded us that we need to help Yana, get out the drug dealer that Yana claims and at least talk to them in order to understand and clarify the situation. What? How? Where? And why?
As a result, we agreed that the next day, Jan, calls up and arranges with a drug dealer, with whom we decided to meet in person. As a result, we agreed to meet after 21:00 and picked up a good deserted place for the meeting at the entrance to Frankfurt, next to the dump, where there was an abandoned wasteland. There were practically no people there.
The next day…
Somewhere after 21:00, closer to 21:30, three drug dealers arrived. The conversation did not work out right away and it did not work out. The drug dealers began to explain that Jan owes more than 1,000 euros, if he is ready to pay 1,000 euros, then the problem will be solved and closed. Jan, stood and explained to them in figures that he owes nothing to anyone, and this is a natural extortion of money. As a result, Stefan intervened in the conversation and said his weighty word to the drug dealers that they should disappear and get lost and this problem would be solved for us. Somewhere at this point the conversation ended…
One of the drug dealers pulled out a knife. We stood facing each other at arm’s length. The main drug dealer, who spoke mainly with Yang, is not tall, with curly hair on his head, and a strong physique. The small drug dealer boss took out a knife and involuntarily began to poke in our direction, and I stood exactly in front of him. With his right hand, as if with pincers, he grabbed the huckster’s wrist, and with his left hand grabbed him by the shoulder, unbalancing him and knocking out the knife. A second drug dealer grabbed me from the side. The second lanky drug dealer turned out to be very tall at 2 meters. On the right hand, which was wound with an iron chain. The iron chain was not very thick and was wrapped around the fingers of the right hand, and all 4 knuckles of the fist were covered with an iron plate, and the chain itself was wrapped around the wrist and the hand itself, so as not to break or damage the right hand in a fight upon impact. The usual homemade brass knuckles. The drug dealers were prepared. Very strong 2 meter mulatto with a chain on his right hand. I have not determined what nationality this man was with a dark skin color … A mulatto of an indefinite nationality, I thought then.
Here he solved the problem, David, a Greek, from childhood he was engaged in martial arts with his father and was better prepared than all of us for a street fight. I went to competitions and for some time played for my sports school. David was a very strong guy, went to the feet of the lanky huckster and pulled me to the side. The lanky mulatto hit David’s back with his right fist a couple of times, but at that time…
At this time, I continued to try to knock the knife out of the hands of a small drug dealer. As a result, having lost our balance, we both fell on the asphalt, apparently, when it fell, the knife cut the sleeve of my jacket and slashed the wrist of my left hand, but not deeply. Blood flowed, which brought me into the state of a rampaging beast. When you can’t control yourself and for a moment you become completely wild, out of control of yourself. The body injected a gigantic amount of hormones and adrenaline into the bloodstream, which made everything white in my eyes, absolute fury took possession of something wild, primitive that lived and lives in a person from deep and primitive antiquity, when you yourself turn into a wild beast, into a wild obligation and you driven by instincts, the instinct to survive.
I ended up knocking the knife out of his hand. The drug dealer tried to crawl to crawl and grab the knife again, but it was already too late for him. I managed to grab his shoulder with my right hand and turn him from his stomach to his back and, with all my heart, with a sign of the case, apply 4-5 precise blows with my fist to the nose and the eye area on this impudent and vile muzzle. The nose of the petty drug dealer was broken and blood flowed profusely from the nostrils.
At that time, David masterfully passed at the feet of a lanky mulatto drug dealer, who was about 2 meters tall or a little higher. He made a capture in the castle and, lifting the huckster from the ground head first, with one accurate throw threw the body of the huckster into a nearby car. The drug dealer hit his head on the car and fell flat on the asphalt. The car had a short alarm and the right view mirror, which was hanging on the right, was broken.
At the same time, our mountaineer, Stefan, grappled with the Asian. He showed us with his hand with David that we should not approach. Stefan wanted to finish the job himself. He himself wanted to end this fist fight. The Asian tried to choke Stefan, hold a choke hold, a choke hold, but Stefan turned out to be a very nimble and flexible guy in a fight. Twisted. He got out and the Asian drug dealer was left with only a sports jacket in his hands. Stefan also had a great stretch, as he did Muay Thai for a while. Good stretch and flexibility, smooth movements that turned it into a spring. Stefan was thin and very wiry, fast. There was an exchange of blows and at some point, Stefan, issued a series of blows and techniques from Thai boxing. A flurry of blows hit the Asian with a couple of twos with his hands, a triple and then, Stefan, all gathered, swinging the body of his body from side to side and making an incredibly fast body movement for a moment, Stefan’s body seemed to be frozen in the air and with one accurate blow from two legs , legs, which, like a carousel, spun in the air and flew into the head of an Asian. The Asiatic’s carcass clunked clumsily and fell on the curbstone. The fight was over.
We stood with David laughing, ah-ah, you look at Stefan, said David. Real master. Well, have you seen how he did it? How he kicked him in the head, I said. David, once again through laughter repeated: “Steph, the real master of Shao-Lin.” The Asian did not expect such an outcome at all. Stefan, at this time, hit his chest with two fists and said something rude in German and raised both hands to the top. I looked into Stefan’s eyes, raised my right hand and shouted: “For the Victory”!
We looked around for a couple of seconds, but there was no one around. Jan came up to me, tore off a piece of his T-shirt, bandaged my left wrist, from which blood oozed. The cut was not very deep, but long, but the wound on the arm was not deep, but no longer pleasant. There was a long cut on the sleeve of the jacket, which did not upset much.
Stefan approached the petty drug dealer and said something to him. Pushing lightly with his foot on the pocket of his jeans. In a close translation from German, it sounded something like this: “You caused us some trouble and we will have to pay a fine.” The huckster was bleeding profusely from his nose, he reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out money, and with his left he tried to count something. Stefan snatched the entire bundle of banknotes from him and, with the same right flexible leg, struck at the area of the broken nose. The huckster rolled over on his side from the blow and began to whisper something through his groans. By this time we were already on our way. Stefan caught up with us and showed us a wad of money that he had taken from a petty drug dealer. The amount of money was impressive and pleasantly pleased us all.
There were four of us walking and we were silent for a while. The sun had long since set on the horizon, and our shadows were clearly visible in the reflection of the light of night lamps. We disappeared into the dark and small streets of Frankfurt, as if we had never been there. After some time we stopped by the road and tried to get a taxi. Stefan, from another pocket took out the knife of a small-time drug dealer.
You look at this cleaver. The knife looked more like an axe. We stood and all laughed looking at the razor-sharp knife blade. David said to Stefan, “Throw away that knife. We don’t need it. Maybe someone was killed or cut with this knife. A disgusting thing. Disgusting. Throw it away.” Stefan stepped aside with the pedantry of a German. He opened the trash can and stuck the knife deep into some garbage. He returned to us and looked somewhat upset and said: “This knife was handmade and fine workmanship. It was a pity to throw it away.” David and I started laughing again, Stefan, why do you need a knife? You are master. Master of Shao-Lin. Boy you know how to work with your flexible legs and there was an even more explosive and wild laughter.
We stood and laughed. I thought at that moment about what could have ended more and more sadly and tragically …
In the end, we walked another 30 minutes along the road. It was raining. Caught a taxi. We went to the store. I bought a bandage, ointment, 2 bottles of vodka, food, a couple of cans of juice and went to the Pole’s apartment in Frankfurt. David, I washed the cut on my left wrist with vodka. Gently applied a thick layer of ointment. From above, he stretched out several cotton swabs and bandaged my hand well. Everything is now healthy and ready for battle. We laughed. Healthier than ever, I said.
The Pole brought 4 glasses of vodka. We ordered more food. We ate and drank a little more. What are we going to do today?” Stefan asked. It was necessary to move somewhere … They began to think. Jan, we were offered to go to a nightclub. To the club where he used to go with his girlfriend. I wanted to find her and try to reconcile and talk to her. Jan, cheered up and driving away sadness and sadness from himself, began to smile at least sometimes, and two lights of hope lit up in his eyes. Hope that everything will work out and he will be able to start his life from scratch. Continue your education and find a job. Return to your beloved girl.
Jan raised his glass up and said: “Friends, my dear friends, I invite everyone to the nightclub.” I pay the bill in full. You deserve a rest and I really value friendship with you. We started laughing and laughing. David said, “What rest.” I picked up: “Honored, we retire”)).
We packed up and went to the new club. Night strip club. There was some kind of enchanting striptease show going on in the club. A huge bed 3 by 3 or 4 by 4 meters went out onto the stage, on which strippers danced and the show itself went on. A couple of hours have passed. Jan and Stefan met two young and hot German fairies who joined our table and the joint drinking immediately became more fun)).
At 4 o’clock in the morning, I was pretty tired. The whole company decided to go back to Jan’s apartment in six. Ordinary life moment. Fatigue still took its toll. The apartment had two rooms. Living room and bedroom. We fell with David in the living room. David fell asleep on the sofa, and I fell asleep on the cushions from the sofa on the floor. We are pretty tired.
Stefan and Jan, with two German night fairies, retired to the bedroom … So ended another one with friends and thank heavens that without consequences. I woke up first in the morning and decided to see how the nightly orgy of love ended. Opened the door to the bedroom. There are 4 dead bodies on the bed. The smell of burnt rubber came from the bedroom. Completely fucked, but you can see the rest of the night they tumbled for a long time at 4 on the bed. The most important thing is that everyone is alive and well.
Woke up, David, we had coffee and we had to go to do business, because, David, he found another apartment in a better area of Frankfurt and with a cheaper rent. We agreed that I will help him move and we will quickly load and unload the van with things. It remains to find a small cargo van, which could carry things.
David, in the morning asked how I feel. He touched my forehead with his hand. Do you have a temperature? How are you feeling. Let’s change the bandage on your arm. The wounds on the arm did not fester, the skin tightened up and was not much red from the edges. We changed the bandage. Well, David, I said. You take care of me like my mother. We laughed. David patted me on the shoulder and said: “Who else will care about you,” and if … I interrupted, David, let’s go get dressed, we have a lot to do. David said, and then we’ll drop by to my acquaintance, a Greek woman dressmaker. Let’s sew up your cut leather jacket. Here you can do it, it will be like new. We left the apartment. It rained all night and it was early in the morning…
There was a rather funny story, when we went to France for the second time, we watched the film “The Brotherhood of the Wolf”. They immediately remembered, Stefan, that watching this show just him on the very night when he fought one on one with an Asian. Not a bad old movie.
