Synopsis

Summer of 1963 in Bavaria: Thoughtful and literary mobbing drama about an attractive stranger with a secret past. Translated Version from the popular German book series of Movie-Length-Stories:

A young, attractive single mother moves into a small Lower Bavarian village in the Summer of 1963. She is not looking for a job, nor is she looking to make friends. When the villagers discover that several men are visiting her regularly, they are horrified. They assume that this stranger is a prostitute and look for ways to chase her away. The only one to take her side and stand by her is a young journalist living in the village. He suspects she is hiding here. But from whom or what? And is his support genuine, or was he sent to discover her secret?

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Excerpt

The golden dome of the church tower was the first thing that came into view as the country road ascended the last hill at the south end of the village. He soon passed the first houses, mostly two-storied with yellow painted facades behind fences which meticulously lined the road.

Individual trees, whose trunks were ringed by neatly-laid cobblestones, threw a mosaic of shady patches on the otherwise bright and sun-flecked ground. On a small side-road, some boys drove small wooden wheels with sticks, and in front of the old village well a group of girls with colorful dresses and long braids skipped rope. A gray-brown mongrel dog was dozing on the steps in front of a half-opened door.

Benedict drove his VW Beetle slowly through his home village, which seemed to be completely contented with a warm and satisfying peacefulness. He parked in front of the Peter and Hilde Kranz’s grocery store and got out. He wanted to buy cigarettes and a package of salt before he went home, because he’d run out of both. He opened the shop door, and the little bell at the top of the frame tinkled.

Bing-a-ling.

He was greeted by the aroma of freshly-ground coffee, mint, parsley and floor wax, which was permeated by a barrage of different fruity scents, which however did not come from the oranges, bananas and lemons lying in baskets, but from the three women who were chatting excitedly around the counter.

“You can’t send your children to fetch eggs or milk, if that’s true,” said Edith Wagner in an outraged voice.

“There’s no way we can allow this. We need to have a talk with Gustl. He has to get rid of her,” added Irene Bachleitner all the while tugging nervously on her flowered dress.

“And if he doesn’t do it,” Edith now turned to Hilde Kranz, who was standing behind the counter, “then your Peter must get eggs and milk from the Stoider farm, and then we’ll buy them only from you.”

“I’ve already spoken to the mayor.” Now Mechthild Hofreiter—who had a reputation for tackling matters that needed to be tackled—entered the conversation.

“And?”

“And I told him that we don’t want someone like that here. Is there no regulation under which she can be gotten out of Seilersfeld? Moral principles, or something of that sort? But he said she’s properly registered with the district administration and also presented a legally-binding lease with the Holzgärtners, and thus far there’s no evidence for her guilt. She is, after all, a German citizen, and they cannot tell her where to live, or forbid her from living anywhere. I said…but the children! And he said, he understood what I meant…”

“But…?”

“But he could do nothing.”

Hilde struck her fist angrily on the counter.

“But that’s nonsense,” Mechthild continued. “Then I phoned my brother-in-law in Munich. He’s a lawyer and said that we can certainly do something. Sepp (Josef “Sepp’” Hirschlsberger, the mayor of the town) could declare the entire village of Seilersfeld a restricted area—or whatever you call it. He can do that, it’s an applicable law, my brother-in-law says. And then you can throw her out. And you could also punish her for doing what she’s doing in a house where a child is living, namely her own. And then they can take the child away from her, too. But the simplest thing, says my brother-in-law is to talk to Gustl. Tell him that he, as the landlord, would be liable for procurement, which is punishable by at least one month in jail and a fine—he could even lose his rights as a German citizen. We can threaten him with that, and then he’d throw her out on his own, the tramp.”

About the Author

Thomas Dellenbusch was born in Düsseldorf, Germany, in 1964 and still lives there. The former police detective and advertising copywriter has been actively writing for more than twenty years on a wide variety of topics. Although the lion’s share of his assignments originates from the advertising industry, he has also put his talents to use, producing speeches for government officials, poetry for individuals, screenplays, rulebooks, newspaper articles, sketches, and much more. In short, any subject that can be communicated in a stimulating manner.

Since 2013, he has specialized in the production of movie-length-stories — written both by himself and seven other authors via the publishing company he founded expressly for that purpose.

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