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WONDERTAKER – Der Mann, der Wunder nimmt

Anna Rothenfluh

Wenn du Arcade Fire mit Eels kreuzt, kommt noch lange nicht gleich Biggles' neues Album raus, aber es verleiht diesem die Knusperkruste. Die gilt es durchzubeissen wie bei einem Glückskeks. Man will ja stets tief hinein ins Innere, mitten in den Kern, dorthin, wo die ganze Wahrheit wohnt.

Bist du bis zu diesem Ort vorgedrungen, siehst du Biggles da sitzen, auf einem riesenhaften Fliegenpilz, und du wirst ihn sagen hören: «Es ist besser als Hund in guten Zeiten zu leben als als Mensch in schlechten».

Klingt nach Schopenhauer. Oder nach seinem Pudel. Doch hier spricht ein älter gewordener Biggles, einer der die Welt und deren Verrücktheiten nicht mehr versteht.

«Warum?» fragst du Biggles. Und er schweigt. Er hat aufgehört, nach Erklärungen zu suchen.

Er sammelt jetzt Wunder.

Und allmählich fängst du an, ihn für verrückt zu halten, wie er so auf seinem Pilz sitzt und selbstvergessen hinüberschaut zum brodelnden Vulkan. «Wunder will er nehmen, wo es doch gar keine gibt!», höhnst du.

Doch Biggles lacht bloss sein Eremitenlachen und verschwindet in einem der schwarzen Löcher dieser zerstörten Welt. Und als du ein Ohr ans Loch legst, hörst du das Echo eines bellenden Hundes – und du weisst, dass du ihm folgen musst.

Jetzt gilt es nur noch die Knusperkruste zu durchbrechen, dann bist du da, mitten in des Pudels Kern.

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Biggles - Vocals, Guitar, Omnichord
Valentin Bächi - Keyboards
Manu Baker - Bass
Matt Dinkel - Drums, Percussion
David Schnee - Viola

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Wondertaker

After we had broken free from our overlords, we strayed aimlessly through the wilderness in great need of guidance. At times we lost all hope for a safe return to civilised lands.

The days were long and the nights were never-ending. Until finally, after we had wandered the cold desert for eight nights, we came upon the entrance of a great building.

The building was made of material we had never come across before and was covered with intricate patterns of alien strangeness. We stepped through the door and arrived at two stairways leading up either side of an enormous entrance hall.

In the middle of the hall’s back wall was a small hole of less than the size of a dog. The wall seemed to be vaguely translucent and from what we could tell, all three passages led to the same brightly lit room.

The stairways were unusually winding and long. There was no way of guessing how many steps they counted or how many lengths they spanned, for there were curves upon curves and corners upon corners in their steady rise to the exit doors.

We did not sense any danger. «Which way shall we take then?» I asked my companions.

We remained silent for quite a while. «The stairway to the left seems to be immensely longer, it’s less steep however and will therefore be easier on my crippled knees», said the first of us.

«If we take the passage to the right we will have to climb innumerable steps, yet for a shorter period of time. My inflamed and purulent lung won't allow for much more than that», said the second.

Then the third of us said: «My senses tell me not to take either of these two passages. I think we should leave this place through the door we came.»

While the discussion had been taking place it became very clear, that none of us wanted to continue our journey through the dog sized hole in the back wall. The discussion went back and forth for many hours until we had grown tired of endless talk and counter talk.

One refused to give in to the other. Never had we arrived at a point where we could agree on a direction without dismissing someone else’s opinion.

We were hungry, thirsty and in desperate need of sleep. But first we had to make a move.

We stood in silence, brooding over our options. After staring into the distance for what seemed like an eternity, we gave up all hope and succumbed to the certainity that there was only one choice which was equally favoured by all of us.

And so we all crawled through the dog sized hole.