Dä
Park
vüür'm
Grand
Hotel
wirk
wie
verwunsche,
vun
ir'ndwoher
weed
et
hell.
Nur
dä
Croupier
schwaad
met
'nem
Kunde,
ahnscheinend
jeht
et
om
Jeld.
Dä
letzte
Daach
em
Johr
hätt
ahnjefange
- unfaßbar,
wie
die
Zick
wegläuf
- doch
Magdalena,
die
zur
Kaateschlääsch
jejange,
weiß:
"T'jeht
alles
klar,
wemmer't
nur
fess
jenooch
jläuv.
Ramon
ess
mittlerweile
Paarunsechzig,
e
halv
Johrhundert
dobei.
Er
putz
die
Schoh
he,
charmant
un
lässig,
vüür'm
Grand
Hotel,
San
José.
"Wer
op
sich
hällt",
säht
Magdalena,
"dräht
Ledderschoh,
do
blieht
et
bei.
Dä
janze
Pumaquatsch
ess
irjendwann
jejesse,
nur't
Grand
Hotel,
dat
steht
dann
noch
he".
How'bout
Shoeshine?
Wie
wöhr
et
met
jet
Shoeshine?
Hey
let
me
make
your
shoe
shine.
Shoeshine's
all
right!
Et
patroulliert
'ne
Polizeijeep,
zwei
Type
jonn
en't
Café.
Senor
Delgado
sammelt
Fläsche
uss
Plastik,
ne
Stricher
dealt
me'm
Portier.
Ramon
läuf
enn,
schon
en
Erscheinung:
Frisur
un
Schnäuzer
wie
lackiert.
Silvester
kann,
wenn't
sinn
muß,
losjonn
für
ihn,
dä
Lück
noh
ihre
Schoh
taxiert.
Dä
local
Loser
met
dämm
Toupet
hätt
och
diss
Naach
widder
kei
Jlöck.
"Joot,
wenn
beim
Spill
nit,
dann
en
der
Liebe!",
grins'e,
bekoks
un
verröck.
Och
Magdalena
met
ihre
Kröcke
weed
jetz
en
ihrer
Blechbuud
wach.
Op
einem
Bein
mäht
sie
sich
stumm
jlich
op
de
Socke
noh'm
Grand
Hotel,
su
wie
sick
Johr
un
Daach
The
park
outside
the
Grand
Hotel
seems
enchanted,
there's
a
glow
coming
from
somewhere.
Only
the
croupier
is
talking
to
a
customer,
apparently
it's
about
money.
The
last
day
of
the
year
has
begun
- unbelievable,
how
quickly
time
flies
- but
Magdalena,
who
has
gone
to
the
fortune
teller,
knows:
"Everything
will
be
fine
if
we
just
believe
it
strongly
enough.
Ramon
is
now
sixty-two,
half
a
century
doing
this.
He
polishes
shoes
here,
charming
and
casual,
outside
the
Grand
Hotel,
San
José.
"Anyone
who
cares
about
themselves",
says
Magdalena,
"wears
leather
shoes,
that's
the
way
to
go.
All
that
Puma
nonsense
will
be
forgotten
someday,
only
the
Grand
Hotel
will
still
be
standing".
How
about
a
Shoeshine?
How
would
you
like
a
Shoeshine?
Hey
let
me
make
your
shoe
shine.
Shoeshine's
all
right!
A
police
jeep
is
patrolling,
two
guys
go
into
the
café.
Senor
Delgado
is
collecting
plastic
bottles,
a
hooker
is
dealing
with
the
doorman.
Ramon
walks
in,
quite
an
appearance:
hair
and
moustache
as
lacquered.
New
Year's
Eve
can
start
for
him,
if
it
must,
he
sizes
people
up
for
their
shoes.
The
local
loser
with
the
toupee
has
no
luck
again
tonight.
"Well,
if
not
in
gambling,
then
in
love!",
he
grins,
coked-up
and
crazy.
And
Magdalena
with
her
crutches
also
wakes
up
in
her
tin
shack.
On
one
leg
she
silently
limps
on
her
way
to
the
Grand
Hotel,
as
she
has
done
for
years
and
years