"Hans is about to grab the horse's halter, but suddenly a mighty jerk moves the surroundings, causing Hans to fall to the ground. Everything goes dark before his eyes. Hans awakes and finds himself on the same country road, with the lump of gold on his shoulder. The rider is nowhere in sight. Hans thinks to himself, 'Well, I guess we'll just keep going then, I don't have much choice.'" #verrueckt_nach_verrueckt

Haunsohn hated this life and no longer wanted to be a part of this society. As a result, he withdrew from social interactions to a large extent and avoided contact with other individuals. In the end, he died alone, unhappy, but in the final consequence, in line with his life's path. No one can trade their path for someone elses. #catastrophy_and _cure

Hannerle says, "No, certainly not, my dear rider. Do you think I don't know how much this lump of gold is worth? I didn't work for seven years just to receive a horse. Robbing young folks of their money? Not in my shift !" Hannerle turns around, leaving the utterly dumbfounded rider behind, and continues walking. "With time, the lump of gold seems to become heavier and heavier. Hannerle is exhausted when she sees a sign which announces a village... finally! Hannerle heads there keeping out an eye for a tavern. There's a neon sign up ahead; That certainly looks good, but as Hannerle gets closer, she sees that it's just a branch of the Raiffeisenbank. The tavern across the street has long been closed. Only dried-up plants in the in the shop window. Hmmm...no matter how small the village, Raiffeisen Bank is always around the corner. Okay, Hannerle decides to ask for water. She wants to get rid of the thirst at least. Hannerle fixes her hair and goes inside. "Do you happen to have a glass of water for me?" she asks the young man at the service point. #bad banks, #raiffeisen #rübenplatz_raiffeisenbank_wirtshaus #unser_hannerl

Hasi irritably waves and points to her Airpods. It's so exhausting how people constantly want to sell you something these days. Can't this guy see that she's super stressed right now? And on top of that, she has to lug around this lump as if she doesn't already have enough problems. Trading it is a good idea, but definitely not for some stinky horse. She remembers her friend mentioning a new pop-up shop recently. They have everyday items that have been coated with Murano glass through a complex and lengthy process. "This is THE new thing," her friend said, "art like this is the best investment." Well, Hasi does need to go home to her mom, but the shop is on the way, and her mom can surely wait a little while longer #the_hotnew_thing, #shovel #murano

Hazel denkt: Ich werde das Pferd behalten. Als Kind hätte ich immer gerne ein Pferd gehabt und jetzt hat sich mein Traum erfüllt. Hazel nähert sich dem verschreckten Pferd vorsichtig. Dann steigt sie in den Sattel und die beiden trotten erst mal langsam die Landstrasse entlang. Als sie zu einem Wirtshaus kommen, kehrt sie dort ein. Das Pferd bekommt Hafer und Wasser. Während Hazel sich eine zünftige Brettljause gönnt. Als sie so im Wirtshaus sitzt, sieht sie ein Plakat: Auf dem Kirtag in der nächsten grösseren Stadt findet in zwei Tagen ein Pferderennen statt, bei dem es ein beträchtliches Preisgeld gibt. Da werde ich mein Glück versuchen! denkt Hazel und schwingt sich aufs Pferd.

Harry is on his way with his gold nugget. He wants to have it weighed and get an estimate of its worth at a jeweler's shop. He feels a bit uneasy with so much gold in his pocket. Can the people passing by guess what is hidden in his pant pocket? He walks down Wallenstein Street and tries to walk as normally as possible, but suddenly, he has no idea how he normally walks. Somehow, he's walking with a wider stride and more swagger than usual, he thinks, and people are already looking at him strangely. Did that woman just glance at his pocket? He tries to pull his shirt over it, which makes everything even more obvious, he thinks. He stops and lights a cigarette; that makes everything better. Smoking always looks cool, he thinks. But how does he normally hold the cigarette? Out of the corner of his eye, Harry sees a faint shimmer. His gaze falls to the ground, and he is surprised to notice a glowing point. The point expands and becomes a soccer ball-sized ring that encloses a rainbow-colored shimmering area. Did someone just say his name? He looks around. The voice seems to come from the opening, soft and low key but somehow enticing. Harry suddenly forgets about the gold in his pocket and slowly reaches out, his finger poised for contact. Might be a stupid idea, he thinks. But he can't resist… #magic_portals

Hazy Hans "Phew... wait a moment. I think I need to sit down..." Hazy Hans says to the rider. He realizes that he's not only exhausted from carrying the nugget but also from the many thoughts about the future that have occupied his mind during the walk. And these thoughts don't stop with the rider's offer; they reach a new level. From buying sports cars, to buying his mother a villa, to donate the money instead, worries about income tax, and the fear that in the future, he will never know if people really like him or if the woman he has children with is just a golddigger…? ... and whether his children, growing up in luxury, will be corrupted...? Hansen's breath quickens... and of course there's also the opportunity to trade gold for the horse and to escape his threatening thoughts forever, but at the same time, there‘s the fear of missing the chance iof his life out of sheer cowardice, and the missed opportunity to fully realize his potential... Hans can't catch his breath anymore... everything blurs before his eyes... he wants to share his thoughts with someone... perhaps with the rider? Who already looks very concerned? Hans gestures for him to sit down... gasping for breath, he tries to articulate his thoughts, but he can only stutter. But even this recapitulation leads him deeper into his despair... Hans's throat tightens, he can't breathe... white spots… #golddigger #fomo #panic_attack

"Definitely not!" Hannah replies and continues walking. As she walks, Hannah feels the heavy piece of gold in her pocket and contemplates what to do with it. Hannah starts to sweat and wishes for an Almdudler. Coincidentally, she comes across a sausage stand. The vendor asks, "What can I get you?" #dudeln_or_not

Glücklich über den Tausch schwang sich Hazu auf das Pferd und ritt weiter. Aber als er eine Weile geritten hatte, wurde ihm heiß und er war durstig. Er stieg ab und wollte das Pferd am Fluss trinken lasen, aber das Pferd rannte plötzlich davon und in eine Kuhherde hinein. Ein Bauer kam wütend auf ihn zu und sagte: "Du sollst sofort für den Schaden aufkommen, den dein Pferd in meiner Herde angerichtet hat!" Hazu hatte leider keine Goldklumpen mehr, um den Bauern zu bezahlen. Dann sagte der Bauer: "Wenn du mir eine Kuh gibst, die so schön ist wie die Meinen, dann ist der Schaden bezahlt." So kam es, dass Hazu seine Kuh gegen das Pferd tauschte. Nun ging Hazu mit der Kuh weiter und kam zu einer bäuerlichen Gaststätte. Der Wirt lachte ihn aus und sagte: "Ein Junge wie du sollte lieber zu Hause sein und seiner Mutter helfen." Aber Hazu war froh, ein bisschen zu ruhen und nahm das Angebot des Wirtes an. In der folgenden Nacht träumte Hazu von einem Gemüsegarten voller frischer Karotten und Radieschen, den er mit der Milch seiner Kuh wässern konnte. Er beschloss, die Kuh gegen verschiedene Sam en zum Pflanzen zu taus chen. Sollte Hazu die Kuh wirklich gegen Gemüsesamen tauschen oder sollte er die Kuh behalten?