- I think it likely that the highest-ranking American army officer would be affected with a razor; these things graze the skin more than a well-sharpened razor.
- At least that, or at least, that's my experience, and that's why I alternate the use of one thing and another...
- You see, well, why, it is logical that saltwater hurts irritated skin. - He said.
The cursed and gossip man looks like a bedpan.
- What was in the military service, who knows if the man didn't get used to the use of cold cream; I see no surprise there...
- So, he said, as he was going on, he added that he had it in his suitcase.
- It was more than two hundred packs of Lucky Strike cigarettes, there were ten boxes of your favourite's cigars.
As far as customs inspection was very forgiving; and then conveyed greetings from several people in his hometown.
- Imagine, maybe they don't heat the rooms?
He suddenly exclaimed and ran to the radiators to check them out.
- No, no, they usually keep us at a cool temperature, a little warm. Emil replied.
- Everything you need without being bone-chilling cold, but comfortable heat, everything that is much more intense, only there as we are in August, they have already turned on both the main heating and the heaters, there is a control for you to increase and decrease the intensity. Emil said.
- So, it's good, a period of August, when you take advantage of the warm waters. - When Friedrich Hans Ingo said.
- Even so, I'm cold, and it's a horrible cold, at least in my body, because my face burns. - He said.
- So, look, try it, my face is on fire. - He said.
This idea of someone touching his face was completely out of character for Friedrich Hans Ingo, and it made a painful impression on him himself.
When Emil shook his head and just said:
- This is an air problem here.
- It's not something you can avoid.
- It doesn't mean anything, you know, that Manfred himself just the other day, the week before, with the blue cheeks. - He said.
- Here there are people who never got used to it, the balmy air, the smoke from underground. - He said.
- Now, let's go to the cafeteria, otherwise we won't have anything to eat. - He said.
When they left their small apartment, where they saw the nurse passing by, walking around, appearing, all to examine them with short-sighted and curious eyes.
As they were heading towards the first floor, Friedrich Hans Ingo suddenly stopped, immobilized by a simply atrocious noise, which could be heard a short distance away, behind a turn in the corridor; not a very loud noise, but so eerie sounding that the young man grimaced and stared at his cousin with wide eyes.
That was a strange scream, followed by a wave of smoke, between sneezes, besides the cough, no doubt, a man's cough, even so, he felt the strange sensation, but a cough not like any other that Friedrich Hans Ingo.
- You know, here, walk demons. - He said. – People feel, the smokes and spiritual waves come out of their mouths.
The nurse is a demon, she is like all the doctors and the demons, who are the employees here, are mestizos or demons.
- Either you get used to it or you die. Emil said.
- You know how everyone starts to feel it, they start sneezing, your presence makes people start coughing.
- In what angus, never get used, leading to death.
- So, yes, a cough compared to which all others seemed signs of magnificent and healthy vitality, the cough of awakening the spiritual power of the constant and demonic presence.
Since in today's world, many people have the so-called allergy to the devil, it begins with a cough entirely devoid of pleasure and relief, which does not come in regular fits, but sounds as if someone were wallowing weakly and horribly in the mire of organic rot.
- See this, that's how it starts, yeah. Emil said.
- As for this is a serious case.
- We saw a wealthy businessperson, an Austrian aristocrat, being an elegant man, as if made to ride in his limousine. - He said.
- Even if it goes that way now. Emil said.
- Even if for now you're still walking. Emil said.
So, they continued walking, when they followed the path, on which Friedrich Hans Ingo elaborated on the rich businessman's cough.
- He was a US senator. Emil said.
- You must bear in mind that I have never heard anything like it, something totally new to me. Frederick said.
- This, for now, is not natural for me since I am easily impressed. Frederick said.
- This has not been happening for a long time, there are many new creatures, a wave of new species of cough, of allergies.
- As for those dry coughs and loose coughs, the smoke cough.
- The allergy to the devil, when everyone says that generally the loose ones are more benign than the ones that make people bark like dogs.
- So, my youth was different. – When he even said, "in my youth."
So that's when I had the croup, I barked like a wolf, and everyone felt relieved when the cough got looser, I remember it well.
The werewolf crisis, which came with a cough like this one has never been seen, at least I had no idea that such a thing existed, even if it is no longer a living cough, they die from a cough that is not from a disease that is not provoked by the cigarette, since I smoke mystical cigarettes, so far, my spirit has not been released from the body.
- This one is not dry, but it cannot be called loose either. I can't even find the right word. It is as if the interior of man was revealed, it was possible to look inside, and everything was just mud and swamp...
- Think the way you want, whatever. Emil said. – I always hear these things every day. Emil said.
For me, you can dispense with the description. Friedrich said.
Even though Friedrich Hans Ingo could not control himself, when he repeatedly stated that for him it was as if he had cast a glance into the aristocrat's interior, it was when they entered the restaurant, his eyes that were tired from the journey showed an exalted gleam, that ghostly blue.