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One Week in the life of a Dollar Bill

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"One Week in the life of a Dollar Bill"
Veröffentlicht am 27. April 2008, 18 Seiten
Kategorie Romane & Erzählungen
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Soo...ich bin Baba...20 jahre und komme aus der nähe von Berlin^^schreibe sehr gerne eigene geschichten, um bestimmte sachen/erlebnisse aus meinem persönlichen Leben damit zu verarbeiten...wenn noch irgendwelche fragen offen sind...einfach anschreiben!
One Week in the life of a Dollar Bill

One Week in the life of a Dollar Bill

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Ich habe diese Geschichte durch eine Aufgabe im Englisch-Unterricht geschrieben...eigentlich sollten wir über 7Tage schreiben, bei mir sind es bis jetzt leider nur 1 1/2^^ Werde aber so weit es mir möglich ist und interesse besteht die Geschichte vervollständigen^^

Day 1

It is dark and warm.
What is this? Where is this place? Where am I? Who am I? Or What am I?
I do not know. I can not remember, it just started a view minutes ago. I began to hear something. I began to feel something, but I wasn't able to see.
I think I am really skinny. Everything hurts. It feels like something has been stamped on me and left a kind of...what? A kind of clothing, a kind of a second skin. It smells really clammy...could it be a kind of...a kind of color?
Oh these sounds, they are so loud. What is this? Every time 'Bamp,ratter,bamp,ratter...'. But do I have still ears...I feel so thin, but I can hear these sounds, so I must have some!
What is this? There, right in front of me? It is light, it is coming clearer, more and more but I have to be quiet.

„Good boy! They are great! You did a wonderful job! Man. These colors, how it feels. And it looks real authentic“, a deep voice said enthusiastically .
„Oh thanks, but this would never have happened, if you haven't brought me the paper and colors! So I have to thank you!“ a young voice answered.
“Okay let's say that both of us did a really good job! So look at this” the first speaker says and takes one of the bills out of the printing machine.
What is this? Five long things..looks like a hand. And behind the hand,there's a man. He is fat, tall, has long dark hair and he wears a black suite. Oh no, he takes me away.
“So Jimmy, look here. Good old Mr. Ulysses Simpson Grant.” The man with the deep voice shows the dollar bill to the other man, who is called Jimmy. He takes the bill to a lamp standing on a table at the wall of a big hall.
Where am I? What kind of hall is this? Everywhere are these big printing machines.
Jimmy goes to the table and looks at the dollar bill. His head is in front of a mirror. He looks inside it , looks at his bald patch and in his green-gray eyes. Over his eyes he sees his bushy eyebrow and he runs his fingers over it.
Now he looks through the mirror in the other man's face.
“Come on, Joe. Doesn't look this angry to me! Now we have time, so I can take care of my beauty. You know that I love my eyebrows, 'cause that's the only part of my body where I still have full hair.”
“But I wanted to show you how great we did the security features on this 50 dollar bill.” ,while he holds the bill in the light, with his fingers he points on the backside of the bill.”Here we have our 'loved by all' capitol. And yes, we also have said and still say 'IN GOD WE TRUST' !”, he starts laughing and Jimmy joins him.
What's so funny? 'IN GOD WE TRUST'? What does he mean with that? I don't understand. What's going on here? Everything is so new for me, I have never seen these things before. I don't know even one of these two guys, but I think they know me, because one of them called me “Good old Mr. Ulysses Simpson Grant”. Is this my name? Mr. Grant? Who knows, I don't!
“Okay”, Joe says while he tries to stop laughing. ”Enough! We have to concentrate on the important things! Here”, he turns the bill around and puts his finger on the number, which is printed in the left upper corner right next to the face of 'Good old Mr. Grant'. ”that's the security code. I'm so happy that we had an account executive in the central bank of Dallas, who gave us the code numbers from this series! I'm also happy, 'cause Greg was so good at stealing this printing plate in Russia, which they still had from the second world war.”
“Yes you're right, but what do you wanna say with this?” Jimmy asks, while he looks again at the mirror and runs his hand over his bushy eyebrows.
“It's so easy to understand!”, Joe says with a louder voice than he did earlier. “If we had not had these numbers, we wouldn't be able to pass it on to people! So, now we know, that they started to print a new series, which starts with an 'F', after this comes the letter for the central bank of Dallas and then there are the consecutively numbered codes. 'cause now we have the bills before the bank will have them, we can pass it through society, so that nobody will think it could be bogus money!”
What I'm bogus? I am not real? I actually should not exist? I do not want to be bogus, not to be allowed to 'live'. But what would be my reason to exist if I had not be 'born' as bogus money?
“Okay!” Jimmy says and pushes himself away from the table. Now he stands face to face with Joe. “Then let's start to put the bucks into the fucking boxes and spread the money all around the world! I've been finished with that since the last bucks came out of the machine!”
“Good boy, keep cool! Everything will be finished this night and you will get your money and then you will be a fucking rich dude and all the girls will love you!” Joe smiles from one ear to the other and puts his hand on Jimmy's shoulder and directs him to the big boxes under the printing machines which were full of money. Still holding the 50 dollar bill in his hand.
Into a box? Back to the dark? Why? Now, when I am able to see everything around me, to learn something new, to understand my situation better. I have to go back to the dark?
Joe and Jimmy stand next to the big box under the printing machine and take some money out and put it into another smaller box which is labeled with '100.000$ in 50$ bills – for LA, California'.
Now my journey begins. I am going to see the world!

Day 2

It was a hard drive in the back of the van, but the 'special' 50 dollar bill is still save as well as the other 1999 50 dollar bills in the box.
Joe goes out of the van and is shaking a hand of a young guy. This guy wears a blue T-shirt and a black jeans. He looks like a normal school kid, with his baseball cap on his head and a cigarette in his mouth.
“Hey Michal, what's up? Everything fine?” Joe asks the guy.
“Oh yeah Joe, everything is working! And what's with you? Do you have the present?”, the young boy says with an quite funny voice.
“I have the best present you can ever get! It's looks so real! I think you wont have any problems to pass it around!”, Joe answers while he is going to the back of the van and opens the door. He takes out the box with all the bogus money.
“How many do you get Michal?”, he asks the boy.
“They told I'll get 10.000 bucks.”
Joe opens the box and starts counting. He put 10.000 bucks into a little brown bag. Then he gave it to Michal and says “Okay, I'm out. I'm tiered, 'cause I drove the hole night and now I still have to drive to Washington D.C.. Hope you have luck!” Joe gives Michal the hand and goes back to the front door of the car and opens it. He puts his right leg into the car and fells with his big ass down threw the seat. Then he puts the left leg next to the right and closes the door. He starts the motor of the old blue van and from behind comes a big cloud if smoke. He drives the streets down and waves to Michal, how stands in a side road in the 6th district of L.A. Very early in the morning with a brown bag in his hand and 10.000 bucks in it.
Slowly is he going down the road to start pass the counterfeit money.
Now I am in Los Angeles. I never heard this name before, I do not know what kind of city this is. I hope here I will learn something about what I am and why I am. But right now I still see nothing without the inside of the brown bag and all my brothers.
Michal takes 300$ out of the bag into his pocket and puts the rest in a rucksack. Then he goes to a little coffeehouse at the end of the street and buys a donut and big pot coffee as his breakfast.
“5 dollars 35 cents please.”, the saleslady says.
Michal grips in his pocket and puts the first 50 dollar bill false money out and put it on the counter.
“Oh young man, it's early in the morning. Don't you have it smaller?”, the saleslady says with a high voice.
“I'm sorry, but that's the only money I have with me.”, he speaks with an apologetic voice.
With no smile in the face the seller takes the money from the counter and put it into here cash box and gives 44 dollars and 50 cents in small back to Michal, how put the money in the other pocket and takes his coffee and his donut and goes out of the coffeehouse. During he goes, he turns his head over the shoulder an says ”Thank you very much and I'm sorry for making problems. Good bye and a wonderful day.”
So, is it this what I made for? Paying things? My brother get out of this pocket and in in the cash box and the young boy got a coffee, a donut and some other money back. So it looks as if I make him able to buy things. Is this good? To change something to eat or drink with some paper with a face, color and a number on it? Is this good? Not that I do not want to live, but I do not know whether this makes people, how have more money than others, different.
Michal drinks the coffee and lingers down the street, searching for the next shop he could buy something. On both sites of the street are middle-high houses, all painted in different colors. Everything looks sweet, just like a little village in Great Britain, but this is one of the biggest cities in America and one, if not the most important city, because it is the city of Hollywood, the city of the stars. If you have luck, you can see one at every corner. But Michal is not interested in stars. He just wants to pass his bogus money as fast as possible to the people. That is also the reason why he left the street now and goes into a supermarket. He roams threw the lodes and takes here and there something into his hands. At the time he could not take anymore he goes to the cash point and put everything on the conveyor belt. A man, how looks as if he would be in the same age as Michal, takes every little thing and hold it in front of a laser, which reads the bar code.
“Is this everything Mister?”, ask the man behind the cash point.
“Aye, at boot a bag please.”, Michal says really uninterested and with his thoughts far (far) away.
“All right, then 76 dollars and 89 cents, please.”
Michal grips in the pocket, where he has all the bogus money, and puts two 50 dollar banknotes out and gives it to the man without saying a word.
Okay. Now it is time for me to go another step on my journey. I change my owner once again after such a short time. I still just hope, that now I can see more from the world and not only the dark inside of a pocket.
The man behind the cash point takes the money and puts it in his cash box and gives Michal his changing money back. Then he closes the cash box and an old woman comes to the cash point and shows her products.
“And Nils how is this job? Is it not better than to do nothing? I hope you like it.”, the old woman says and pinches the guy in his cheek.
“Yes, granny, it's a good job. I like it. And yes it's better than to do nothing, but the money I get is not this much. And how often have I told you, you should not come to this supermarket during my shift.”, Nils whispers while he gets a red cheek.
“Come on Nils, I am proud of my grandson and why should I not be allowed to show this?”, the old lady says with a bit angry voice. She puts out her moneybag and pays the sum which stand on the cash point. Then she takes all her stuff and left the supermarket without any good word for her grandson.
“Mummy...I want a snickers and a bubblegum and chocolate and and.... ” squeals a small voice behind the cash deck.
“Rose, how often I have told you, that you can choose only one candy?” a angry voice answered.
“Mummy, Mummy, I want everything Rose wants...just twice.” a little boy holding the hand of the woman with the angry voice says, while he twitches on her pullover and smiles from ear to ear.
“Oh god please help.” murmurs the mum and looks to the roof.
Nils, who watches this little scene on his chair from the other sit of the cash deck, tries to refrains from smiling. This scene remembers him to all the situations he was with his granny in a supermarket. He also wanted have more than he was allowed to, but he never got.
“Okay, so Benjamin choose one and you Rose, do the same! I don't like if a brother wants to have more than his sister gets, Benjamin. And Rose, I also think, that dad wouldn't like to hear, that you too much!” the mum says and both kids runs to the candy stand. They fights against each other to get the best candy, but the woman does not realizes, because now she puts all her goods to the conveyor belt. The kids agree on what they want to have and put it to their mummy's goods on the conveyor belt.
Hello? Can anybody hear me? Can anybody understand me? What is this? Am I the only who can speak, who can listen, see, smell and feel? What is with all my brothers? And do I also have some sisters? Who are my mum and dad?
Once again it is dark. Nothing changed. Everything still sucks. I can not see anything from the world, only black of all this 'insides', but I want to be outside! I want to see the sky, watch all the different birds, hear their music and just feel the sun warming me up.
But what is the life of a dollar bill about? As much as I know and as much as I experienced, I just can say, that we have to live 90% of our life in the dark. We will not see anything of the world!
But perhaps if one time a kid let me fly in the wind, I will be able to feel the sun, to hear the birds singing, to see the sky.

 
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Baba
Soo...ich bin Baba...20 jahre und komme aus der nähe von Berlin^^schreibe sehr gerne eigene geschichten, um bestimmte sachen/erlebnisse aus meinem persönlichen Leben damit zu verarbeiten...wenn noch irgendwelche fragen offen sind...einfach anschreiben!

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