Text 1 : „Walter will wait“
Hello Ladys and Gentlemens. My Name is Walter D. Hartwell, and im from the lovely New York. We write the Year 1933, and when I think back there was one main event everybody has been talking about in April 1931 : The glory opening of the Empire State Building.And thats where my story starts. The  last 4 days until the opening would happen, everybody was hyped, and so was I.Unlucky me, i even dropped a fully filled try of  bakery producs. Yes i am a little poor baker in the center of NY, seems funny huh? I can barely feed my family, existing of my son James(13), and my wife Sue. So when the 1. May finally arrived, i felt like a migration took place in the streets of my city. Probably 90% of the population was settled down infront of the entering area which was locked by some sort of barrier tape the policemen placed. The tape was cut when the clock wrote 2pm, and as every newspaper announced the US-president Herbert Hoover and the Govenour Al Smith delievered their opening speech. So there was about 2 million people standing still infront of the entrance and listening to 1 men talking.
What a picture, huh?  Everything was so.. unreal. I could not believe that such a giant was built in only 11 months. It was unreal since the first stone was placed and now I am standing in front of our president, and a building that is even more impressing then him. Dumb me, i even believed that the building reached the sky and could crash every second because of its height. But despite all of my fear, when everything was over, i managed to enter the building as one of the first. We had some kind of tour guide, but he was there for about 5000 people per group, which was the maximum value that could enter the ESB at once. And guess what happend? During our tour through the cellar i lost the group, and from one second to the other i some kind of had a shock when i entered the wet cellar stairs to leave and find my group. I saw it in the last second, but it was to late. There was an open electrizity cable the builder had forget to close. In an awesome thunderstorm that went through the stair area i felt aswoon and thought it would be my sure death.
When i woke up, my eyes were blurred. And I was sure when I would be abled to see i would see the face of god infront of me. But instead of that I saw some kind of porcelain entity on the wall with water in it and a empty one with some kind of metallic supply over it. „Where the fuck am I“, that was the first thing i thought. But then i saw some kind of newspaper laying on the floor somebody have missed to take with em. „ Terror attack in France“ was the headline. And as soon as i saw the Date i was sure i was dead. 14.01.2015. Did i felt asleep? Am i some kind of hallucinating? The ease was suddenly crushed when someone knocked on the door infront of me. Some kind of voice with an accent i haven't heard forever said „Someone sitting here and shitting?“ Wow. I was sure there was a men from the Bronx infront and he would gain access in his way if i would not open the door, you know what i mean. So i quickly streched myself and opened the door. And this was probably the funniest moment I had in forever. There some kind of teenager infront, with the ugliest clothes i've seen in my whole life. And what were those materials those where made off? I had no idea, and for real? I was not interested in finding out, just because I still thought I was some kind of dreaming. He took a look at me and was laughing. And he he was still laughing while pushing me to the side and entering the room behind me. I was paralized for a second but decided to move on. Where the fuck am I? Well, it looks like a cellar but im not totaly sure. If I am still in the Empire State Building, then this is some kind of next version thingy. And what is this.. screen hanging on the wall showing me that I can  buy towel on the rezeption for only 4 dollars.
So i was moving on upstairs when recently a very young women starred at me: „Strange clothes, sir. How was your stay?“ I stuttered: „ Good , i guess“. For a second she stopped on my eyes, trying to scan me. Then suddenly she started smiling and said : „ It's always nice to have visitors from other countries. Let me bring you to the entrance area“. When we arrived we were in heaven. Literaly. Golden ornaments on the wall, thousands of crazy clothed humans waiting in some kind of queue, with red bands and golden trimming. Palm trees on every edge of the waiting area. Just wow. This is nowhere close to the trist area of the ESB in 1931.
Also the inner architecture changed. The room is way smaller then it was during the opening. More doors, and some kind of box, where people sit behind. One of these things u know from going to the post office. Step by step every visitor walks to the.. post office counter(?) and pays some strange looking money, to get the ability to visit the whole ESB area.
So i did the same. Waiting.. and waiting... and finaly after 2 hours i was at the counter and said: „ I want to get up“. Thats 20 bucks, the women said. I did not knew what „ bucks“ where, neither I had money in my pocket, and due to me looking pretty uncommon for these times I was thrown out of the ESB because she thought I was some kind of self murderer or whatever. The official reason was : „Get this sad looking motherf*** out here , let him die somewhere else“. Pretty friendly, huh? So i was thrown out. And what I saw outside gave me the rest. There was some kind of Sci-Fi World around me , with those flying objects on black stripes, and everywhere were those clones of the Empire State Building. Well, they had  other architecture on their fronts and stuff, even tho the Empire State Building didn't looked very well, but they almost had the same size. I was curious, wether I was dreaming or not I was waling towards the black stirpes. And with a last look to the Empire State Building, it's bad looking windows, the scraped stone and the millions of people around me, I was walking into one of the flying objects and then everything was black.

When i woke up in the cellar I realized that everything had be unreal. Even tho I just had the most weird dream ever, I was my way on shaky stumps and finaly found my group back. Sadly the tour was over and we were conducted out of the building through the large entrance, which had the old look back: No palms, no golden thingys and no counters with unfriendly womens. But when I was walking through the door I realized that i had something in the pocket of my jacket: It was the papers I was given when I was thrown out of the building in 2013. And the last thing I thought was „ I will wait“.

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