Arcadian Skies warmly welcomes Hucky

Arcadian Skies

warmly welcomes Hucky!

Just a few words by us ...

We know him for some years. He lives in an old barn, without television, without a PC, without electricity. Sometimes it seems as if he would come from another time ... perhaps even from another world ... He is our friend and a part of our life. We are very pleased that he now also is a guest on our site, and we bid him very welcome!

It is only a stone's throw from here, just over the meadow, perhaps 120 steps, then I am already with them. But there's nothing like my barn. A proper housing, nope, that's not my cup of tea. I would feel cramped. Like in prison. Only in winter, when the weather gets shittty cold, yep, then sometimes it can slightly get a bit uncomfortable there. But most of the time it's doing fine. For emergency I can also spend the night at them two, Petra and Bernd. All the others are giving me a wide berth, but not these both, nope, they are jolly okay. When I saw them for the first time five years ago, my heart has almost been in my boots. They were making a walk, and they came directly up to my barn. Now it's all up, I just thought, now you gonna have to find a new stay. But it all turned out totally different. We clicked the moment we met. My barn completely knocked them off their feet, not to talk about my old sugar-hogshead. They've got completely into a flap ... In the summertime it's a bloody lazy life. I walk along the river and through the green fields and look way out over the city and wonder about all this confusion in the world. But the sky is blue and I don't have no worries and I don't have no care. Almost every evening Bernd drops in. He's already been around the block a few times, but hey ... who cares? And me? I don't even know when I was born. It seems as if I am not getting older somehow. Maybe the time simply stands still. But sometimes, sometimes I can hear her speak. Then it's like a whisper in the dark, and I do have the feeling that everything is right and the time has fullfilled herself ... We use to sit on the haystack and let our legs dangle from the hatch. It's not necessary that we talk to each other, everybody knows what the other one feels. We sip some bottles of beer - and we do understand the light. And then somewhen the moment arrives, when I feel that I want to blow my harmonica, and Bernd usually begins to hum quietly. When the sun goes down she spends us often a farewell tune then. Where to will she go now? is she tired? must she sleep? Her days always are so long for her ... And the air is filled with a great longing. I blow my harmonica and Bernd quietly hums a melody - and then we feel the tears. Doesn't matter - no one's around. Our tears fall down onto the dry, hard ground in front of the barn ...
Some day Petra has suggested why not to record one of our tunes. Bernd looked at me, and only said: "Hucky, you can not play the harmonica, and I never hit the right note - this fits well together." Said - done ... And if the recording even sounds somewhat well, we owe that only 'Mama big ear' Petra. She simply hears everything ...

Seen it all before

Under the bright blue sky ...
And fading pictures of a neverending dream ...
Just lit the fire once again, my friends ...
I've seen it ... I've seen it all before ...
Trying to reach there, but HE'd closed the door ...
Some missed the road ...
The only chance they've got ...
And now the sun will disappear down their night ...
But to us, dear friends - it still shines on ...
Forever so bright ...

Last summer we have discovered it. The three of us were standing under the hatch, not little amazed.
Really, there sprouts a small tree. No doubt - it's a tree of tears. We have named him "Sad and Blue" ...

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Yesterday I've seen him again, in the twilight. He's always in the twilight, this darned bugger. Phew! Sure, my heart's been to the boots immediately. He floats through the fields like a ghost. You never can recognize his face. Everything is hidden. And then this scythe ... You won't believe it ... A real whopper! I thought: "Just vamoose," and then I took to my heels, running like the devil. When I finally was in the barn, I immediately locked the door, me three times twisting around myself, fastly signing a cross and then creeping into my sugar-hogshead. Good heavens! I have been as quiet as a mouse. "If this twisted perv is knocking at the door, then everything's all over ...", and I've sweat blood and water. But thankly nothing happened ... Since I've seen him for the first time I only call him the 'Grim Reaper'. And believe me, this guy doesn't loose any time: crash, bang, there you go. No mercy. He's a sadist! He doesn't do things by halves. When he has finished then there's no breath left in ya, and the light's gone out of yer eyes, in short: You've smelled the burnt almonds. Only a twinkle ago you were laughing - and suddenly now you're feeding the worms. But nobody wants to believe me because it seems as if nobody but me seen him yet. And one thing I know precisely: Every time this guy shows up another one bites the dust. But what shall I do, people are just too stupid. When someone dies then they will investigate, and figure out some fairy tales, and finally they talk complete nonsense: "He had an heart attack ... he's died by having a tumour ... aaaw this terrible stroke ... Good Lordy it was cancer ... " All nonsense ... Myth ... pure superstition ... I swear. This guy's always been that, whom I see in the twilight, the guy with the scythe ...

Petra told me that they've found Tom Hutton this morning. He was lying in his bed. There's going the rumor it's been a heart attack ... Really, this guy is simply incredible ... Nobody ever finds him out ...

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From up here in my barn I have a great look way out over the city. Well, to be honest, it's just one town, sort of nothing's really happening here. And by this distance from above the houses and streets are quite small and the people like ants which run for their lives. It's a funny thing, watching the hustle and bustle.

Sometimes, when my pal Bernd is with me, I'm totally blown away by what he says. For hours just a deathly silence, not a single word - and all of a sudden:
"Some day there's gonna be an uprising in the masses where they gain the misery they're entitled to."
"Do you really believe?"
"Of course! Go and have a look at them ... They sold out themselves. Every year they are raising the salary, all Christmas they give them stock in the Company, plus an extra bonus. They have a health insurance and receive a retirement pension. There's nothing more to worry about. Perhaps it looks as if they live, but believe me, in the proper meaning they are dead. - Hucky, thank the Lord that you're only a poor wretch. You've hit the jackpot, yeah, lucky you. "
"But I just live from hand to mouth ... And also all the people give me a wide berth, treating me like a nobody ..."
"It's the sheer envy, nothing else, yeah ... Some people just don't fit the mold, and therefore you think that you're as fucked as can ever exist. But in truth you are the winner ... you devil of a fellow!"
"The winner ...?"
"But of course, the winner ... Look, your mother was perhaps the biggest whore in Alamorgodo, and your father, really, he was a confirmed drunkard, but you're born free ... good heavens! Born free ..."
"Yep, that sounds really good ... but ... but nobody wants to stand in my shoes ..."
"Hucky, don't play dumb. Surely nobody wants to stand in your shoes, because they are all blinded by the money. They see only money, and money they taste, and money they smell, they even shit money. All their thoughts revolve only about money. Only the money counts. Idiots! They're all on the wrong track. And that's why nobody wants to stand in your shoes. But at night, my friend, you are within their dreams. Because you're the thorn in their eyes, the thorn which reminds them that they all are just slaves. In their dreams you will become a symbol of hope, believe me ... Because you're the only guy who really is free ... "
"Somehow I still can't believe ... I'm just a poor guy ..."
"Hucky, just trust me ... Yes, of course, you're poor ... but this just means you've got nothing left to lose. And that's it why you're absolutely free ... free as a bird ... Hucky, you're a living dream. You've found the meaning of life ... and it seems that you don't even have noticed it ... "
"Do you really think that they see me in their dreams?"
"Want to bet ...? And therefore some day there's gonna be an uprising in the masses ..."

(To be continued ...)