My head was pounding, my body ached. I felt

tuna hotpot," I gagged, suppressing a retch. Our marriage was on the Struggle Bus but we were both canoeing in the River of Denial. Birgitte, my wife, is German & scares me a lot

with her blunt teutonic communication. When I said "Morning Darling" she'd say "Mach kein Affentheater Du Achtgroschenjunge!" or "Sauerkraut wächst nicht auf dem Mond mein Junge!"

There was fresh sauerkraut in Mason jars on the table. All six of them had been made the day before by his mum. He was quick to put them in the cold room. That was just in time.

-Knock- -Knock- -Knock-... The dull yet startling smash of the brass doorknocker made him jump with anticipation. As he rushed to the door he saw the faint outline of two

men who wanted to

In search of women who wanted to as well.

It wasn't much to go on and he had eclectic taste. So in search of a good match he started at the most logical place.

He took me to an abandoned ghost town, with deteriorating buildings and structures.

There I was, scared not knowing what's going on or what to expect. I stood there just looking around trying to make sense of everything. trying to find a way out. I started to walk