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    Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo
    Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo
    Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo
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    Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo

    By Oliver Scherz

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    It is a story from Germany’s leading children’s author which will strike a chord with many readers as they take Carlo into their hearts.

    Carlo misses his father. His parents are separated, he is with his mother in Germany while his father is back in their native Palermo. His father is always about to visit but somehow never quite gets to Germany. Carlo gets tired of waiting and decides to do something about it and sets off for Palermo but without any money to pay his fare. What happens is a series of adventures when anything that could go wrong does but Carlo despite everything gets to Palermo and lands up at his Papa’s door. Will reality live up to Carlo’s dreams?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDedalus Ebooks
    Release dateApr 18, 2020
    ISBN9781912868285
    Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo
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    Oliver Scherz

    Oliver Scherz was born in Essen in Germany in 1974. He is a playwright and film director. He began writing for children when his daughter was born. He has become one of Germany’s most successful authors of children books. His books include Ben and Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo. He lives with his family in Berlin.

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      Nobody Can Stop Don Carlo - Oliver Scherz

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      How do I get from here to Palermo? I ask.

      The woman at the ticket desk in the station types something into her computer. I shuffle my money-roll from one hand to the other.

      Your next chance would be the 14:29 train to Munich on Platform 3. Then change to the night train to Rome. It arrives there tomorrow morning at 09:25. The connection to Palermo leaves an hour later. Arrival in Palermo Sunday evening twenty-three hundred hours, says the woman at the window.

      It only gets to Palermo on Sunday night! How could it take so long? I’d never be back here in time for breakfast on Monday!

      Is there any quicker way? I ask.

      No, do you want a sleeping car or couchette from Munich to Rome?

      I can’t decide. I’m still thinking about Sunday night and twenty-three hundred hours. The woman taps her fingers on the counter.

      Sleeping car or couchette? she asks again. I’ve no clue; but it’s a bit hard to sleep on the couch at home sometimes.

      Sleeping car, I say.

      That’ll be €278.95.

      €278?! I’ve got €210 in my fat money-roll. I emptied out my whole money-box. I thought, half of it would be enough for the train to Palermo! Maximum.

      Would it be a bit cheaper if I don’t lie down anywhere and just sit in the passageway? I ask.

      The woman pushes her glasses up onto the top of her head and gives me a funny look.

      How old are you anyhow? she asks.

      Eleven, I say.

      I should have said thirteen! Everybody thinks I look at least thirteen anyway. Especially in my suit, the one I’m wearing now. It’s really class, with a white shirt and a tie. I look like an Italian Don in my suit. Don Carlo, the Gangster-Boss and nobody and nothing is going to get in his way. My suit used to belong to Papa. He wore it on special occasions when he was a boy. Now it’s mine. And this is my special occasion. I’m going to bring Papa back home.

      Where are your parents? asks the lady behind the ticket desk.

      Papa’s in Palermo and Mama works in the Old People’s Home.

      And your Mama and Papa are okay with you going on such a long journey on your own?

      I can’t tell Mama about it or it would all go wrong. The words just burst out of my mouth.

      Whenever I ask Mama when we can visit Papa, she just lists out all his faults and gets as angry as if he were still around. I told her that I was going to stay the night with my classmate Martin and spend all tomorrow with him.

      The woman isn’t smiling any more. I’m very sorry, I can’t sell you a ticket if your mother or father aren’t with you. Then she stops for a moment. Tell me… did you run away from home, lad?

      I started to sweat. Nope. I just want to go to my Papa. That‘s home too.

      Why doesn’t the woman behind the counter just tell me if I can get to Palermo any cheaper. Somehow everything is going wrong.

      Would you wait a moment, please. The woman goes over to talk to the ticket seller at another desk. They talk quietly, looking over at me. They’re very serious. They’re against me, that much is clear.

      Then the woman comes back. I’d like to give your mother a call, okay. Can you tell me her phone number?

      I pick up my case and turn around.

      Then I run out of the ticket hall, past two security men. They’re all against me, for sure. I run even quicker. Straight to Platform 3, up the steps and along the platform, right to the end. At the end of the platform I hide behind the chocolate vending machine; it’s the only quiet spot.

      Everything is all mixed up in my head. The woman behind the counter, Mama, Sunday night, €278. My plan was much simpler. I just wanted to sit in the train and go. I had the envelope with Papa’s address and the picture of his balcony. And I know the map of Italy off by heart. Italy looks like a boot on the map and Sicily looks like a football just in front of its toe. I know exactly where I am going.

      For the last five months I’ve wanted to go to Palermo, for the last five months and six days. Since Papa left because Mama threw him out, in the middle of the night. Now Papa’s things are in boxes down in the cellar. At first, I kept bringing them back up.

      No way, Carlo, you can’t do that! Mama said.

      When’s Papa coming back? I asked.

      Mama just stared at the ceiling looking for an answer. But there are no good answers on the ceiling.

      I’m still waiting, always waiting, in school, in bed, at mealtimes. I just can’t shake off the words waiting and Papa. But Mama won’t go there and Papa won’t come here. So, I’ve got to try it on my own and surprise Papa. But I can’t get to him without a train ticket.

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