deep story nr. 114 l november 2039 l by Super Flu

The guys from Super Flu are paying us a courtesy call today and
pack all their seven beats to accompany the audience into the
future fiction vision of Simon Rucker of unterwegs-reiseblog.de.
While menacingly dark clouds gather on the horizon and electrify
people. Tension fills the air and uncertainty spreads. This
tension puts people under strain and yet they still carry hope in
their hearts. This ambivalence of the emotional world is being
picked up brilliantly by Super Flu and shows their world class in
the translation of the story into the universal language of
music. They make full use of the repertoire of their many years
as producers and DJs and convincingly prove us that music can
move mountains…


November 2039


We play in the fields behind the village. Our home is in the last
block of houses. The paved road ends there and continues as a
dirt track towards the edge of the forest. I do not know any
details from here, but if I want, I can manage to run home in
less than two minutes. Near the edge of the forest stands our
little hut. We built it with old roof woodwork of my father.
Kasim is standing next to me. The sky is getting dark. As I
close the door behind me, I realize on the spot that tonight is
not a normal night. No smell of food. No voices of the parents
from the kitchen. The hallway is dark and somewhat eerie. I hear
the muffled sounds of the screen in the living room. When I
enter, my mother jumps up. Samuel, she says ... and grabs me by
the arm…