Wake up at 4 o’clock
I feel rested, which is suitable for Erev Shabbat, the so-called Shabbat eve. There’s not a lot of free time there because vacuuming and other things are called for. I usually clean the first floor of the single-family house I live in alone after Ursula, my wife left me at the end of 2016. Every three weeks, when I have big laundry and cleaning of the double bedroom on Sunday, I add the basement.
Today is a special day. I want to transfer via Western Union 16,000 gambian dalasi to my successor Kebba Nyassi. Because I don’t have a credit card at the moment, I intend to do it with cash. According to the Internet, Western Union must be located at Bahnhofstrasse 1. With Google Street View you can look at it at your leisure.
As I arrive on site, I am amazed. It is a
on the corner of Bahnhostrasse and Tannstrasse. From the outside, there is no sign of the electronically displayed image. Now I realize: There is so much fraud on Facebook that Western Union itself fools interested people.
Judging by the names on the doorbells, the majority of the tenants are foreigners. There are 4 apartments per floor. On the third attempt, the front door opens. A younger man appears on the mezzanine floor at his apartment door. He does not speak German, but English. I have problems with my hearing. But he knows Western Union and refers me to the SBB station, also on Bahnhofstrasse.
Since I am basically not a liar and gullible, I tell him far too much. He says that the SFR has the principle to consider only family members. I point out that I am doing development aid and show him my last payment via credit card of August 20.
After he had left the room for a telephone conversation with the responsible Western Union employee, he categorically refuses the transfer. Thereupon I stress to be a believing person and write down the address of my website to him. Since I have been instructed by Almighty God to profess my origin as the reincarnated Jesus of Nazareth, or the Christ who returned to earth on November 3, 1937, it completely deletes him.
I ask the officer if he has my phone number. For what, he asks back. So that I can carry out the transfer, which he finds completely witless.
Believing absolutely convinced of my mission, I say, “We’ll see”.
End of the preliminary “story”.