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Nude in an island idyll: Excentric pair reminds of a lifetime full of missiles and narrators | Travelling

The Kaysers have been the only residents of Bikendrik, a small island in the Majuro Islands, the main tolls of the Marshall Islands, since 2006. But what the Kaysers really like to discuss are not palm-fringed shores and blue waters. Flushing was all over the place because everyone got upset.

Susie and her man Lutz, the head behind the low-cost missile launcher system "Volksrocket", lived 28 years in the Libyan deserts and became the dictator's only West aficionado. Raised in the midst of war bomb attacks in the Third Reich Stuttgart, Lutz dreamt of going into orbit. He suggested that Lutz should become an engineering graduate.

Gaddafi's horrors are not denied by the pair, but they persist that they have never seen them. I' ve never met such a land in my whole life", says Susi. Paranoid, possibly on narcotics, and almost entirely withdrawn after the 1986 U.S. bombing, the Kaysers saw him less and less - two to three time in the last 20 years.

Maybe I like you, but I don't like you anymore," Susi remembers and suspects that the chief shunned past boyfriends because he was embarrassed. By the year 2000, when investments were wasted and Libya sank into turmoil, Lutz and Susi had enough. One small Pacific Island health spa seemed like a better retire package.

Susie could prepare food and run the home, Lutz continued his research. But the Marshall Islands seemed promising: their U.S.-inspired condition would be a breath of new life from the Kayser's experiences in Africa. The Kaysers are occupied while they wait for tourists: Lutz has just completed his third audit, which distorts Einstein's doctrine of relativity. and Susi provides pro bono counseling.

She has always been the empress. She is a female fatalist from Austria's finest keglevitch home. She is also a trained attorney, writer and cordon bleu cooks. "Gadaffi once said when a journalist asked about me:'Susi - she's not lying. Susie has cooked a slice of lime and olives with glaze and coats, serving on flowery chinaware.

Aside from assassinations and whimsical diktators, Susi had to cope with two furious ex-wives and three step-children. Her home is something between a colorful farmhouse and a colorful dollhouse full to the rim with colorful creations. One of the most surviving relicts is the Kayser heritage: a huge Nazi memorials.

My fight is not in the rally because the Kaysers' signature was taken. Susie was reading parts of it. Fifty years on, Lutz has insisted that his technologies are still the most cost-effective way to get almost anything into orbit. But Otrag could still make it four to five time cheaper - although almost everyone has a spacecraft today, launching still costs more than the load capacity.

"It' like carrying a potato in a Rolls-Royce," Lutz laments. "One can try to cut the costs for Rolls-Royce a little, but one can never match the costs of a small lorry. You' re suprised nobody wants it ten decimals less, he says. Lutz would not reject an order today if the prices were right, but those interested often had doubtful plans.

Showering and drying to mask their votes from Saddam's spy, he said to Susi that he would never trade Otrag to be used for guns of wholesale annihilation. "Lutz acknowledges that as a researcher you want a certain heritage, and it would be wonderful if it were used. Hideaway Bikendrik Island does not see many people.

Visitors are very pleased, the Kaysers reassure and point to a characteristic in the Japanese ulna. Susie is a little insulted, but not surprisingly, that even inhabitants of the neighboring Majuro don't often come for lunch: "The US expatriates are careful with them, and they don't appreciate the culinary delights," she says.

Lutz hasn't been to Majuro for half a year - Lutz gets new stuff every few month and has only a few friends there anyway. Kaysers never dress these days. "We' re just these mad Krauts walking around naked," Lutz smiled. When the Kaysers came, Bikendrik was a jungles. Susi was planting the gras by heart in the dry ground of the corals, one by one.

One of her favourites is a tender fuchsias blossom - a Lipyan dry pink that she purchased in Majuro.