by a hard-frozen Germany. In the south, initially frosty grass, and these are interspersed with Eisrauch gray white air; later only thick white mats. We get around a lot. From regional to local train track. In Nuremberg, says, as expected from our ICE. Secretly, I hope for a longer Stay in this city. I imagine a gorgeous hotel room, I imagine, draw to heroically the wallet to save reckless the situation - and a visit to the Nazi sites, the large field, the stairs, the pillars there incident where the radiator. The public transport breaks down somewhat romantic.
Another stroller replaces the ICE. This is not like the snow in the Alps, always a bit bold and dangerous, but sluggish, hopeless. He is so long until it soaks up the floor - and not let go until the German people - so goes an old quote - has again notified to the human race.
Swiss hate! It happens. No hatred, perhaps, but so much stupid basement that I now speak German propose a flat rate against those and grab the cheapest means. After six months I Switzerland has become an icon. I expected during the holidays to ever best the planet has to offer to return. Well, yes. Zurich visited. Klosters seen. Hurrah called. Champagne drinking. Been a bit disappointed. Or misplaced. Abroad, I am a patriot, a proletarian home.
winter nights are still longer even darker? So much darkness, I have never experienced. I think and feel this old man: Jach, the suits but at the moment! But when has it ever not fit? Was there ever a sunset or a volcanic eruption that was not in harmony with the universe?
I always say: "My philosophy is not practical. Before I did not answer a few questions of existence, I can not follow my thoughts. Because I do not know what I think. Everything is possible, everything that takes place in the head. But you live somewhere else. I want this place not live headless. But until I have a head, I'm probably already dead I'm just my indescribable feelings and instincts. "
The sentiment is a plaster on my major head wound. Often performed. Practiced. That is all.
For couples, it is now even more beautiful on the train. I am often driven alone. Begins you to order cheese plates, drinking bad white wine, and break his head over the toilet urgently or through the smell of good shoe barely able to hide from prying noses, but never on our own. After eight hours alone on the train I was getting a bit mad. That's not bad, but you need it every now and be comfortable. I know it yet, But I'm a wreck - a couple I'm a dinner jacket.
The last business meeting last year was my hand, a fit of laughter. The theater in which I'm involved now is a comedy, a bit tragic too, but effective! In the second act! It is the moment when the audience falls asleep, leaving the room dies!, Or is listed for a strong hand in the third act.
The stage freeze in the cold. Like a worm light, the train is in the country. "I do not think should belong, maintain that the properties of a train," he says. No really! He should fly! To the ears of the philistines with their headbands!
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