検索キーワード： 著者 "A. A. Christian" すべてのカテゴリー

Am 6. Juli 1949 wurde eine zerstückelte Leiche auf Gleisen im Adachi-Distrikt von Tokio gefunden. Der Präsidenten der japanischen staatlichen ...

Im April 1906 wurde am Bahnhof von Frankfurt am Main ein Koffer entdeckt, aus dem starker Verwesungsgeruch drang. Die darin befindliche Leiche einer 76-jährigen Rentnerin war erwürgt worden. Der Hauptverdächtige Wilhelm Meyer behauptete, sie habe Selbstmord begangen, und er habe die Leiche nur versteckt, um nicht unter Mordverdacht zu geraten. Der Fall zeigt, wie der Versuch, eine Leiche im Koffer per Bahn zu entsorgen, nicht unentdeckt blieb und scheiterte.

Die Freight Train Riders of America (FTRA), sind eine hauptsächlich im Norden der USA aktive Vereinigung Wohnungsloser, die regelmäßig illegal in ...

Vier Männer aus Berlin und Hamburg gründen eine Band. Deshalb begeben sie sich aufs holsteinische Land in Meeresnähe. Sie wollen dort in mehrtägigen Sessions gemeinsam Musik erarbeiten. Es entstehen trotz extremer Umwelteinflüsse unvorhergesehene Songs,. aber auch unerträgliche Spannungen im Bandgefüge. Um diese abzuleiten, schreibt jeder der vier während der Aufnahmen heimlich eine Art Tagebuch. Das Hörbuch versammelt diese Aufzeichnungen. Eine absurde Welt, beherrscht von größenwahnsinnigen wie liebevollen Figuren.

Am Ostersonntag 1998 wurde die Krankenschwester Elisabetta Zoppetti im Waschraum eines Intercity-Zuges auf brutale Weise ermordet: kniend, mit einem ...

Zur Jahrtausendwende 1999/2000 erschütterte eine Serie brutaler Morde an allein reisenden Frauen in französischen Zügen die Öffentlichkeit. Dem Täter gelang es, trotz intensiver polizeilicher Fahndung, lange unentdeckt zu bleiben. Drei Frauen werden ihm sicher als Opfer zugeordnet, ein vierter Mord bleibt unklar.

Josiah Flynts "Tramping with Tramps" (Auf der Fahrt mit Landstreichern) aus dem Jahr 1904 gilt als Standardwerk über die frühe Hobo-Kultur. Zehn Jahre lang hatte der Autor in den USA als Tramp unter anderen Tramps gelebt, war mit Hobos auf Güterzügen von Küste zu Küste gereist und hatte auch Ausflüge zu Vagabunden in Deutschland, England und Russland unternommen, um in deren Gesellschaft vergleichende Studien anstellen zu können.

A prize was offered - or rather two prizes, a large one and a small one - for the greatest speed shown, not in just one race, but by one who had been racing for the whole year.

The General's family lived on the first floor, and the Porter's family lived in the cellar. There was a vast distance between them - the whole first floor, as well as all the grades of society; but both families lived under the same roof, and their windows looked out in the same street and the same garden.

On board the steamer was an elderly man with such a joyful face that if it didn't belie him he must have been the happiest person on earth. In fact, he said he was the happiest; I heard it from his own mouth. He was a Dane, a countryman of mine, and a traveling theatrical producer. His whole company was with him and lay in a large box, for he was the proprietor of a puppet show. He said that his natural cheerfulness had been enlightened by a Polytechnic student, and the experiment had left him completely happy.

Once upon a time there was an old poet, one of those right good old poets. One evening, as he was sitting at home, there was a terrible storm going on outside; the rain was pouring down, but the old poet sat comfortably in his chimney-corner, where the fire was burning and the apples were roasting.

A duck arrived from Portugal. Some people said she came from Spain, but that doesn't really matter. She was called the Portuguese; she laid eggs, and was killed and dressed and cooked; that's the story of her life. But all the ducklings that were hatched from her eggs were also called Portuguese, and there's some distinction in that. At last there was only one left of her whole family in the duck yard - a yard to which the hens also had access, and where the cock strutted about with endless arrogance.

"It's so bitterly cold that my whole body crackles!" said the Snow Man. "This wind can really blow life into you! And how that glaring thing up there glares at me!" He meant the sun; it was just setting. "She won't make me blink; I'll hold onto the pieces."

Far away towards the east, in India, which seemed in those days the world's end, stood the Tree of the Sun; a noble tree, such as we have never seen, and perhaps never may see.

Beneath the tree of knowledge in the garden of paradise stood a rosebush. And here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His plumage was beautiful, his song glorious, and his flight was like the flashing of light. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge, and she and Adam were driven from paradise, a spark fell from the flaming sword of the angel into the nest of the bird and set it afire. The bird perished in the flames, but from the red egg in the nest there flew a new bird, the only one of its kind, the one solitary phoenix bird.

There was once a shilling; it came out bright and shiny from the mint, and sprang up, shouting, "Hurrah! Now I'm going out into the wide world!" And into the wide world he went. The child held it with soft, tender hands; the miser clutched it with cold, clammy fingers; the old man turned it over many times before letting it go; while the youth immediately passed it along. The Shilling was of silver, with very little copper in it; already it had been in the world for a whole year now-that is, in the country where it was made.

It was wintertime; the air was cold, the wind sharp, but indoors all was snug and well. Indoors lay the flower; it lay in its bulb, under earth and snow.

At dawn, when the clouds are red, a great star shines, the beautiful morning star. Her beams tremble on the white wall, as if she would like to write there the story of all she has seen during the thousands of years she has watched our revolving earth.

By the great lake behind the wood there stood an old mansion. Round about it circled a deep ditch, with bulrushes, reeds, and grasses growing in it. Close by the bridge, near the entrance gate, an old willow tree bent over the reeds.

Once there was a Prince who wanted to marry a Princess. Only a real one would do. So he traveled through all the world to find her, and everywhere things went wrong. There were Princesses aplenty, but how was he to know whether they were real Princesses? There was something not quite right about them all. So he came home again and was unhappy, because he did so want to have a real Princess.