10.09.2015

When I came home from work, I found Cindy wobbly on her legs in the kitchen next to a pile of empty orange juice Tetra packs. She gazed in abstraction, sucking at a straw. I had seen her more hale and hearty before, I must say.

It was time to find out, what was going on, but when I asked her, she couldn’t answer, because a longish roaring burp made its way through our flat. Finally there was silence and Cindy announced: „Orange juice repeats on me.“

„Could you please explain, what you are up to?“, I urged her, but she was sucking at that straw again. „ Look at my hair, Petra, it works already“, she gargled between two gulps, „I just need another wee dram.“
I forced her to give me her glass and sit down on the kitchen chair. She slumped into the chair. A peculiar gurgling sound evolved from her tummy. Cindy seemed to be quite grateful, that I had rescued her from drinking another gallon of orange juice. I passed her a big bowl and while she was hanging over the bowl, she repeated, “but look at my hair….“

I am not sure, if it’s a good idea hosting our new guests any longer.

09.09.2015

They are still with us. Cindy and I tried to offer them a cup of tea. But they denied drinking it. So we put all liquids on the table, that they could make their own choice. One of them picked the orange juice. We had to heat it and pour it into one of our cocktail glasses. Cindy ran down the hallway to get one of her favourite straws she collects in her room. She is a very kind and helpful host, I must say.

Instantly the lad started sipping the steaming orange juice.

What then happened sounds like a fairy tale. With each sip our guest took, he changed more and more in color. But we ran out of orange juice before he had turned totally yellow. Amazing creatures.

We already tried talking with them. Cindy had installed a translator app on her I Pad. But she had an issue with finding and downloading a suitable languagepack yet.