And Atlantis had existed tomorrow by Justin Mader (electronic reader txt) 📕

Timeflash

On a cold winter's day, I looked out from the small, wooden, doubly bared window. The wind blew away the whole snow so strongly that I could see almost nothing, except the white wall whipping past the window and many small crystals of every single snowflake. I could imagine hard that beyond the blizzard in the sky the full golden moon still shines. I saw in the window the wonderfully filigree snowy flowers which had illustrated strange, weird drawings on the disc. Nevertheless, they looked not simple, but in such a way, as if they had drawn by 100 brilliant artists during her best hours. In my imagination, I believed pattern of trees to see to mountains, fantastic buildings and a lot more on the window.

And here on my favorite place I imagined that the future probably brought some changes for me, with grandfather, he was, at least, my only even more living relative, or also without him...

... and I was tensely on it,

... on this my future.

The small house of my grandfather stood on top in the mountains, freely in the winter scenery. Grandfather had already chopped a lot of wood in summer and now we sat by the open fire before the chimney. There where the frost flowers were reflected in the window, I was in habit to dream always when I sat already alone by the chimney. If the storm decreased a little, I could see how me the golden full moon smiled, thus as he wants to say nevertheless, ‘tell me your small story’.
Having sunk deeply in my thoughts, I tried to manage from the outset an assortment of my thoughts. This loudly, well audible cracks, crackle and glowing from the chimney, also wanted not necessarily to promote my concentration, nevertheless. I looked from the window, a small young cat tried to make their way through the high snow, and I imagined how well I have it here inside. However, then everything came quite differently.

With loud creak, the door opened, and my grandfather thundered, the boots full of snow, above the foot doormat and the ground of the small anteroom. He sat down on a three-legged footstool and moved according to groaning and noisy in the boots, until they finally had torn, from his feet. I looked at this so everyday procedure and could not concentrate really upon any firm thoughts if, nevertheless, there breaks like a construction worker through the wall in the house. How one should still be able to dream there.

With the strong wind outdoors the door of wood whipped loud, on and on, until I said then, as well as every day, "Grandpa!"

Then he looked very much surprised to me over here, as well as every day and answers: "I know."

"No let it be" I said, smiling, "I'll do it for you!" went to the door and locked it.

Finally, I wanted to make him clear once that he must pay more attention to himself, because he always drank the honey wine with the name "Bear's catcher" and never was stay concentrated, because..., nevertheless, this is another chapter again.

Since I knew, grandfather had a dream, a dream that he had never reached and would never reach again seemingly.

"Grandpa", I said, "you must take the life just in such a way as it is and position yourselves to the new challenges! You cannot always stop at this situation where you are!" He smiled only mildly, and declined: "Now just do not do so precocious, when I was in your age, it was important to have wishes, ideas and dreams. The implementation, my God, that was secondary, it was important to have role models and strive to reach them!"

He took some logs which he had brought and put them into the fire. The glow that gloste pretty poor in the fireplace, got new energy and a short time later, the first flames roared again and burn the new timber. The reflection of the flames on the walls showed wonderful and mysterious shadows that reminded here to an old tree trunk, but there to a mountain and on another side to an old barn. Everything was so synonymous to the situation in which we found ourselves. Outside a terrible snowstorm, but here inside, a fuzzy calm salvaged existence, which, however, was emotionally distant from reality.

"Yes" I replied, "You are right, important is not so much what you achieved, what you do, so you call, my house, my car, ... no, all this is not important. Important is rather that you may seek to do and good for the mankind. It is also important that you have imaginations and you can concrete your own conclusions for your future life! And it is also important the right way to there, because the journey is the reward. I know, you had big dreams with grandmother, of a life of travel and adventure, you wanted to see the world, to move something, maybe lift the world from the fishing, but by the final analysis, how you have managed all these adventures, which I do know first until now?"

At the thought of grandmother, he stared at me furiously, but then he dropped his gaze and tears rolling from his eyes, but he did not say anything, sat in his sofa and took a swig of his beloved beverage. As I knew the "bear's catcher" was made from a little tea, some honey but a lot of vodka and whiskey, or rather American bourbon, which was slightly delightfully and not so malt as Scotch. "Blended," grandfather commented. And these 'life experience' was correct too and true to natural life, it was owed to his fallen comrade Paul, before Gallipoli, as I did know now.

After all, what he and grandmother had made from their life’s. He wanted to be a great explorer and discoverer. Both had studied archeology at a young age and jointly contest the first excavations. They had been in Nazca, but also in Chucuna in Peru and in Sais in Egypt and had seen much there and elsewhere and had explored it. But grandfather earlier, before Gallipoli, had obtain an indication of an ancient secret of humanity which they kept secret first, but then they indicated publicly and gave lectures about it. In the old records of Schliemann (ie. this one who discovered Troy), they had found allegedly references to THE big Sangraal of archeology that everyone wanted to discover with pleasure.

Heinrich Schliemann, or rather, his grandson Paul Schliemann in fact had claims that he would have found Atlantis. And in this nonsense, my grandfather and his wife had doggedly. At first, they had been ignored by his colleagues only, then were laughed and then finally there was this mysterious car accident, where grandmother died. Afterwards he was no longer the same, as I knew him. He buried himself in this humbug, courted only more in his peculiar thoughts, his delusions and his unattainable desires and above all in his "bear's catcher". Finally, he moved at this lonesome quiet, but also cold and dangerous place in the mountains in which I visited him today. And precisely now, I had to tear grandfather out of this gloomy thought.

"Do you know," he said at once in the emerging silence, "that also Paul Schliemann had lost his life completely mysteriously? Do you know that there has been more than our pursuit of Atlantis that is senseless in your eyes? We had a revealed a big secret, a huge conspiracy. We were so close to it, but someone did not want that, he wanted to annihilate us ... and he did it! "
Now he wept bitterly, because of the endured injustices.

"We, your grandmother and I would have done it, but we were brought off our success of our research, more than that, we were mentally and physically 'wiped out'!"

"Yes Grandpa," I said, "Now I know everything. I know all of your documents in the six gray boxes. You were right in all areas and I do not know how I can apologize each atonement of mine. Grandpa, can you forgive my words just kind and someday? All you and grandmother had to endure, what the Smiths have done to yours, I do now know all, even who and what was behind all that, at this time, ..."

"But if you still want to know all this one day, the documents are all in the six gray boxes above the attic ..." he murmured submerged in his thoughts.

"Yes grandpa, I know everything now, I have read every one of your lines and went after all your notes. And without you, our world would end and we could not do anything about it. But by all your research, we now can do something against it. Tomorrow morning, we will start launching our education to the campaign to Atlantis and ...

... and now finally give me a glass of this dangerous swill, I want to empty it with you, in memory of grandmother and all your experiences and ... and I know, I can reason with you and we are now in common to celebrate Christmas."

After some jointly emptied glasses, at once a ringing of a bright bell from the next room could be heard. Quite astonished Grandpa looked at me and stared through the narrow gap of slightly opened door into the next room, where a bright gleam came into the living room. When we both got up and went into the next room, there was a wonderfully fragrant Christmas tree with all the shiny balls, the white and rosernen squiggles and the numerous pieces of chocolate and the many straw stars. And only the Christmas angel on the top of the tree. Everything looked really nice homey and right from shine, in the best sense of the word. But most impressed were the appearance of numerous natural candles, that dances in the drafts and plunged the room into a mystical but also cozy light. And under the tree there were the six gray boxes, which my grandfather had given to me.

"Grandpa, unfortunately I cannot return to you anything more. Of what you have left to me, I can only convey my thanks and the thanks of the whole world. The knowledge that you have given us and which will now probably enable us to survive."

My grandfather looked happy on the tree, and finally to me. "I'm so glad that you believe to me now. I think this is the best Christmas present for me I ever got. That my and grandma’s activities were not in vain and sensible for you lad and also for the rest of the world."

"Merry Christmas to you Grandpa!"

He looked up to the top of the tree, as if he recognized something there and it also seemed to me as if there was a happy smiling female face looked down and wished us all good luck, ...

... With tears in my eyes, I pulled the asturanische astrolab from my face. Yes, so it had could be happened at that time, if I even had then the knowledge of today.

This astrolab were great things, actually intended for easier control of large spaceships and every form of knowledge transfers, but, however, they also could be used for simulations of such trivial events, as my encounter with grandfather. I turned off the program.

Slowly I looked up and saw through the armored Dropilonglasses into the red-brown desert. Out there was the Mars. Today was December 24, 2012, three days after earth had gone down. It was Christmas, and we were just only about 900,000 people of my species there, ...

"Grandpa do it well, and merry Christmas to you and grandmother," I slowly raised the glass with the golden-brown liquid, ...

The honey wine shimmered like liquid gold and as I