Shelter A Conspiracy Thriller by Ursula Poznanski Sample Translation A vigilant analysis of the mechanisms of modern superstition and a shocking thriller about a prank that becomes confusing reality.
What if you created your own conspiracy theory - and suddenly, everyone believed in it? It was half past one in the morning when the neighbours began, banging on the wall. Nando stopped the playlist in the middle of „Kick you when you're down“ by AC/DC and pounded back. "It's my birthday!" he shouted, before Liv grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to the table. "Come on, leave it, they want to sleep." "But ... birthday. And they don't know WHAT I HAVE JUST BEEN THROUGH!" Nando looked in Benny's direction, but he shook his head, as much as he wanted his friend to celebrate. Their shared flat was not very popular in the house anyway - Benny was in a constant clinch with the Sochors from the second floor, because he allegedly parked his bicycle too close to the basement stairs. Had parked, that is, because it had mysteriously disappeared three weeks ago. But that had not appeased old Sochor, and now they were going to turn the rest of the tenants against them. too, if they flooded the whole house with Australian hard rock. "The crazies are gone now, aren't they," he said. "And if you're in the mood for some music, we could go to the Shriek, huh?" He caught a warning look from Liv, who hated the place. "Or we could play a game of ... something. Scrabble. Or Kings Cup." Nando had dropped into his chair and was looking sadly at the remains of the chocolate cake Darya had baked for him. It had been huge, a three-tiered work of art with decorations of spun sugar, but the twenty guests who had been here until recently had left little of the splendour. But now there were a few more grandiose cake photos on Instagram. more cake photos. By now there were only nine of them left, and after the sobering knock, four more people set off Nando's friends from medical school, who had given him a life-size plastic skeleton. At the beginning of the evening they had all christened it Ludwig with apple juice. Now only the smallest circle sat around the big table. - Nando, Darya, Liv, Till and Benny himself - not counting Ludwig. Till had placed him effectively the place of honour at the front. They shared the last bottle of champagne, which had become far too warm. Benny wondered who would clean up the mess in the flat later on and, above all, who would wash the masses of glasses. Nando probably not,