Jo’s eyes were hooked on the cat but then he was distracted by another mosquito. "BAM" he hit again next to it.

This time his hand hit the antique wooden plank of the bar countertop so hard that his fingers were filled with pain immediately and enormously. This didn't exactly contribute to a good mood. First, there was the accident with his beloved „Darling“, then this incredibly strong rain and now he ended up in this strange bar. Jo rubbed his hand full of pain.

He still didn't really feel comfortable in this place but didn't show any sign. He did not show any feelings. As always, he pretended to be the cool guy that nothing could frighten.

The sister with the glittering walking stick was probably the only person in the room who suddenly reacted in a conspicuous way when the strange grey cat disappeared behind the bar counter in the dark.

While the other two sisters continued to talk excitedly to the lonely guest, she tried to walk as inconspicuously as possible towards the bar.

„ Clac clac clac clac.“ Her walking cane permanently made this rattling noise.

As she passed Jo, one of the countless mosquitoes flew towards her face. It seemed as if the whirring insect would irritate her even more. Another mosquito - it looked like it was sitting on the glittering end of her cane. It nearly sat, to be precise. It was just landing. Like an airplane in the landing approach, it was pulled down slowly by an invisible cord in the precise angle. Jo saw all this only from the corner of his eye. But what happened then, burned a permanent remembrance into his memory. This was the second event tonight that left its mark. First the accident, now this. If Jo hadn't worn a hat on his head, you could have seen his hair suddenly turn greyer and greyer.

But what exactly happened when the one mosquito settled on of the sister's face? What shook Jo so hard at that moment when the other flying bloodsucker was just approaching the handle of the cane?

Slow motion!

Imagine all of us right now looking at this special scene in the bar.

Frame by frame like a slow motion of a movie.

So let's take a close look at the face of the apparently old woman, the leader of the trio. As if an old-fashioned analog television picture had a lousy reception, that's exactly how the face of the old woman began to flutter. It somehow distorted itself. One almost had the feeling that a different, a second picture of her face would overlap, overshadow - overwrite the well-groomed and with make-up elaborately beautifully embellished face. Somehow as if a wafer-thin film of a creepy mask had been applied to the face. Only fractions of a second could this be perceived. The flashing mask layer showed much bigger, round, dark eyes. Interesting stains were scattered all over the face. The spots and stains flickered somehow greenish.

Now - a camera panning on the knob of the walking stick.

When the mosquito had almost landed on the crystal-covered surface - had approached one of the crystal stones down to a few millimeters, the stone shone in a magical green shade. A whirring sound emanated from it. Like wafts of fog over the greenish fields at the countryside early in the morning, almost imperceptibly green fog rose from the stone. The mosquito froze in the middle of the air from one fraction of a second to the next as if it had suddenly been frozen in shock. A fraction of a second later the flying insect dissolved into a tiny green cloud of fog, which was then liquefied in the air.