Once upon a time there was a poor writer, who traveled around the world to find new stories to tell. On these trips he traveled from Constantinople to Paris and many other exotic countries. He experienced many things, both good and bad.
But there were some things, he never wrote about. Like that Christmas time, when the snow had blocked him and his companions in a house in Schrunz, and they played cards all the day long. And another time, when he saw a bomb destroying a town, and the panic spread. He was a soldier at that time, and was fighting a war.
One time he rode across a mysterious country, and then he saw a fine, but incredible drunk lady. Then he rode closer to her, he could see that she was a princess. Then he thought; A princess has a lot of money, I should just nail her. But instead of just that they became fond of each other, and they decided to take a trip to the House of God. But on the dangerous way, they came across an old Armenian slut. She gave him a bad disease. Now he is very sick, and is lying at the foot of the mountain. The disease is making him evil towards the princess, so she goes out to get some distance from him.
They are waiting for a miracle because he is very sick so he needs to get some help. He is dreaming that a swan comes and saves him but before they are able to leave Kilimanjaro, the swan crashes against the mountain and they die.
In the mean time his illness is getting worse and when the princess comes back he is dying. She is very sad and cries but it is too late and he is gone forever. THE END!!!!
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