TS 3 Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Guntram de Lisle's diary

July 13^th, 2014. Sunday

Today was a strange day. Maybe I'm too set in my old ways or as usual living in the wrong century. I'm still getting over Friederich's but it's hard not to see him in the mornings or in the afternoons. Following John's advise to relax a bit (or “do some me-time”) I decided to give a second chance to Gulya's portrait and finish it. I'm also getting sick of having that thing pending since forever. 

In the morning, Pater Bruno came for the mass and it was hard to cope with it because everything made us remember Friederich. His presence was everywhere in the chapel and I couldn't stop looking at his tombstone, next to Karl Heinz'. I hope they rest in peace now. I had lunch with the boys and asked them if they wanted to come with me to my old flat, just to pick some things I needed and the twins found “a previous engagement” in their busy agendas and went to play with some friends from their former school. Not everybody had an account with us, it seems. 

After bribing Kurt with the promise of a piece of cake at Sprüngli (we are still banned from the other (and better) confiserie) I took him to my flat, doing my best to ignore his big pout in the back seat. 

The place was empty and that was very welcome change. No journalists, protesters or fans around. I guess they also take Sundays off. 

As I knew where my stuff was and I only needed a few minutes inside, I parked at the main entrance and as I was getting Kurt out of his chair, I heard two muffled yells of excitement. Standing behind me there were two Asian girls bouncing like rabbits. Even Kurt looked at them in total disbelief. 

“You are he!” one yelled at me and I was speechless as usual. I saw the doorman running towards me and the back up car nearly hitting my own car with the gas they gave when they saw the two dangerous ninjas in ponytails and colorful handbags. 

“We've been waiting to see you for so long!” the other girl cried and Fedérico and Marko nearly jumped on their necks for “security breaching”. 

“I'm afraid we don't know each other, ladies.” The whole thing was ridiculous because it had started to rain and they were still there. 

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Guntram de Lisle's Diary 

July 10^th, 2014

Speaking with my “grand-uncle” wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be. Of course, Monika lost her fingers dialing his office number but she took with lots of sport the “dragon-secretary” at the end of the line. As I was imagining, Charles de Mornay had little interest to see me, especially after what happened to Nicholas Lefebre. I understand that this was too much and that Goran crossed every line when little Mirko killed the poor man. He was in league with the Masons, true. He and Michel for years gladly helped Constantin to hide his money and played a part in my kidnapping, but his brutal murder was too much. 

In a way, I'm glad I sent Mirko away. I heard that he's in France and I pity the people on whom he will vent his frustration. Komtur Lahon was thinking of letting him loose in Nice and save himself all the cleansing work. 

TS 3 Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Guntram's de Lisle diary. 

July 1^st, 2014

To say that when it rains, it pours, is bullshit. I mean, nothing can describe what our family is going through. We are covered in shit and we are not even halfway through the storm. We lost our father. Friederich was our father and we lost him. And then, we nearly lost Konrad. I feel guilty because I can't mourn Friederich as I should but I'm sick worried about my love. 

In the early morning, Dr. Wagemann phoned me and told me that Konrad's constants were fine considering the situation and that he had passed the night well. He told me to pass by the clinic at six p.m., when things would be calmer. His results were good but Dr. van Horn would explain me more later. 

I went home and tried to work but I focused all my energy in speaking with the lawyers and accountants to start settling the transfers. At five, I drove back to the hospital and the gate was again crowded with journalists of the tabloid kind. Some days, I wish that the rotweillers wouldn't only be released at night. 

I spoke long with Dr. van Horn and the surgeon who performed the surgery on Konrad, Dr. Linzer. Both are optimistic and tell me that everything will be fine though Konrad will have to understand that his life is going to change; I got the talk for the relatives of a heart patient. Sometimes, it isn't that great to be on the other side of the street. According to the tests results, Konrad suffered a transmural infarction meaning the re-vascularization of the zone (if at all) will take a long time. Many pills per day, diet and no stress at all; he can kiss goodbye his crazy lifestyle and consider retirement at 56 if he wants to see his 70s.