08.24.2009, Berlin The think tank morning to evening including weekends sometimes I dance at every wedding to get married without ever having to always on the spot. The fact that the route on the stove will boil away We are happy now and homemade vinaigrette and artichoke for lunch rattles you every afternoon, a new food stands spills are always different from the week pants and buy a book or two, the bookseller, in which every first of each a work is taking place, with Nepomuk Ullman .
If my friends say something, namely, I hear it but go ahead. "He do not like to talk," he said to me one of the day is long to feel persecuted Kreuzberg sit, also without drinking. The image I liked. "There are still only the images where you like you you," said another. I understood from me to talk of the affair, but I am not convinced. As long as it is to convince others of his own faith holds strong, once it succeeds, it crumbles. Knowing
to risk, to want to keep quiet. So the days splashing perfect sense to himself.
Yesterday in Dürrenmatt's "breakdown" read us thought, develop the really good nightmares are always situations in which one gets by innocent misstep, a Load of the immense debt. So I dream on and on about how the world to me by accident, stupid of awkwardness, slipped from his hand and shatters on the floor. How daring to dream of my mind I never had a water ice in the hand.
