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Actually I want to see one of my favorite shows on television,'ve been looking forward all week on it, but now I burn spontaneously in such a topic under the nails that I have to write it down immediately. Without a lot of rhetorical ornamentation, is quasi express mail.

What's left but for bacilli for wrong people, people I was going to entitle the worst of the worst insults and vilification if my level would be lower! I'm shocked, sometimes a naked truth kills the bad but also sudden and unadorned. Sometimes I wonder if it is not pleasant living in a bubble of lies and feeling of not-admitting-will, far from the often painful insights. Then I could now at least be comfortable in front of the TV and watch my show, but no - m a soap bubble has already burst a few months ago.

There are people with whom I seriously wonder why God (if any) that gives a right to exist. And I do not now have any color, race or anything else that is to suggest a racist context. If I were the Lord in heaven, I would flip so wrong man against a wall and then destroyed with the thumb press. People, fully one zutexten howl, throw away, kicking, spitting, a pretend the appalling suffering and you have to find out: Man, or is so damn happy in truth. Since it was still really fucked shamelessly in order to put it quite bluntly. The ass you have often ripped for this person could not sleep with worry, she could not forget. From it is nothing but pseudo-depressive Gesülze the most theatrical way, what one believes, of course. Every damn right word is believed. Behind your back and laugh that man. It seems to me, on this issue is something paradoxical.

I'm probably just still too naive. Still too trusting. Still to be approachable for creatures like this. A creature , yes, it is well aimed. Creature, defect, bastard. Call it how you want and forgive me this but strongly derogatory names.

I will before I go to sleep right, pray to God that he pulls out his thumb and presses.

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love your neighbor ... but not!

A wise man named once said Erhard Blanck

neighbor - etymologically it comes from nearby farmers.
Since me so much is clear.

me as well. Dear Mr. Blank, you have directly hit the mark, my thanks! We all know

: The world is full of madmen and fools . And we all know that one encounters them everywhere on the streets. Encountered, but probably only once or twice in a lifetime. Critical is it if the neighborhood is full of them. It can be yes or choose not usually suspect in advance, not with whom you live is wall to wall. Had I was with the current state of knowledge at that time 20 years ago asked if I wanted to stay here, I would probably run away screaming.

neighbors are an issue in itself. It has indeed nothing to do with them directly if you will, but they are inevitably a part of life. In my house are six parties, including me, and I have yet desöfteren call to the conscience that it is not a lunatic asylum. Truly and without exaggeration! There are so many different species of madmen . Of these, five have settled around me, at least offers some mental variety. Frankly I do not know with whom to start, white I but not at all really know whether to laugh or to cry more.

the second floor - on top - the couple resides F. F. couple consists of one man and one woman, retired. Remember how long I've been living in this house ... I've seen these people at most twice, so I can only say little about them. The forecast go to it each year over the winter to Malle. No idea if this is right place for a Renterpäarchen, but maybe leave out the two where the sow and her old swing dance to Michael Jackson, and Mr. F. dreams of ten naked hairdressers. Can the natural sloping must swing into marriage far bring the golden wedding.

addition the top floor and in front of me lives on the couple O. couple O. is a prime example of a Custom marriage. The child, a daughter with terrifying laughter is out of the house. Dramatically enough, she took the last pep with it. What remained was a couple that has absolutely nothing to say, that uses separate bedrooms and the house labor generally exercises without regard to losses. Saturday it's that time again: the laundry is washed, the water gurgles noisily through the dilapidated pipes and the vacuum cleaner is carved swinging against heating and it is with pleasure on the laminate flooring scratched. Nightly Fensterauf slam and then re-included. What a service! But that's not enough, it's still extremely dangerous. Long time we thought we ourselves are the crazy ones, but it's true: As they always do, Mr. and Mrs. O. always felt the same time as infinite, we need to urinate or more. Often it seems as if there were an invisible threshold into our bathroom. If we transgress, then in family O. shall be flushed. Sounds weird, but it is so! No, I'm not crazy! I still played even with the idea to hold the event on video, almost as proof, but it seemed to me then too crazy.


My direct Na chbarn have moved about a week ago. The nationality of me is still undecided, but is from the man of the family M. a wonderful loud and patronizing tyrant. With regard as a foreign word - probably not the only - to be yelled at early morning in the next room the children, the woman or the world. When the tyrant has finally shut up, stomp and shout the brats. The woman goes on well, they have I never heard of before. Sleep without earplugs for me is no longer possible, a wonderful thing if you can not hear the alarm clock. And if they do not Room next door to use their organs are, then from the open (by the way very squeaky r) door to be maintained in the basement - is quite logical and perfectly reasonable.

family is complemented wonderfully by the way, M. M. family (II) from the ground floor directly below me. Is perhaps the same initial letter, who knows. This may develop a certain sense of togetherness. Family M. (II) has received a half years ago young: a boy named L. O joy, L. now lives just below my room is the beautiful! Bad enough that one vain too aware that this copy of the baby-cry-phase after one and a half years ago has still not overcome, no, you can do nothing about it. I was told that normal children sleep in his old age by night. Of course, L. abnormally. L. uses the opportunity and screams uncontrollably at a late hour 'the soul from the body, it was thought that many times already, he would be slaughtered in a cruel manner. Speaking, the best way, still no word. Normal is not, but he would normally, he probably would not live here. Maybe I would even cry constantly when my father more with a loud organ depends on the mobile phone, as he is my language development is aimed. Last but certainly not

least: the couple from the ground floor left. The husband, a very poor pig, and not entirely worth mentioning. His wife , H. a picture of a woman. I will not tell you much, but visually an image Luise Koschinsky. Granted, I
w hite combine the grandeur of her character hardly worthy. Previously, she was probably times normal. One can only speculate what this woman so altered. Today, it is not only visually nightmarish and extremely frightening. Not only do they attract at least 5 times a day in any weather and every season the jacket to refuse to bring down not only that she has severe mood swings and one of the stereotypical grandma-smell alone when you open the Door kills, oh no - did H. discovered a few days ago a new passion: it rips open her apartment door without warning, if you jmd heard on the stairs, and told him intercepts. Sometimes they can already roam on the balcony overlooking the yearning for a "casual" conversation partners. Of course, they got so very quickly the processor with the new family and rang them before they were drafted at all correct to introduce themselves when Grandma H. from below. To be sure, had important information to the new one with a wall unit on the shoulders burning, certainly interested, are mentioned several times. Well now everyone knows it used Pediatric nurse and lives here since Neunzehnhundertnochwas ... at least over 60 years. And she was a pediatric nurse. And has lived here for over 60 years. And she lives down. In the past it used to be a pediatric nurse.

Below is God carry you only the basement, where more than a few spiders and beetles to mischief. And my spider died years ago August, right next to our cellar. I think August is the most normal here.

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Hello again!

So first gaaaanz thanks for the thumbs press! * CRUSH * Has helped quite doll! I got the apartment! Sometime between the 8th and 16 Can I move in April. : O) Of course I'm busy watching a movie on the furniture and my mental cinema already "live better" and "at home in Luck" with Serith.
I have already some ideas should look like the rest. Beautiful dark wood with black. Bissel coat, and finally another Flauschetepich riiiiiiiiesen bed for me alone! Hahaaa!
The sofa is already ordered - charcoal black with double function ... then of any visit is the huge bed luxury. Now I just have to
come somehow into gear and clean out . Begin I'm still sitting around in crates Dekozeug (Dragon ^ ^) of all types and even Jeed lot of books that I should sort out times. My new house is intended to finally give up a bit and be more organized. I live in chaos for a long time .... is about time to change that.

Mh .. I digress. So just quickly leading to the house:

Hihi ... Soderle. Actually I wanted to give a little bit from what my thoughts jumble from me. For some time I am again revolutionize pretty on. Ireland has done so much ... I have found there not only many new friends, but also a deep-buried piece of myself Mh I know not so accurate how shall I write what I want to express so much. But it's just the way that I can deal with many best when I write it down. So this blog is never completely died. But just the things I currently so employ all very private and not intended for the general public level. But I can certainly say that, as so often comes to men. How is it that I do if I want a man a whole armada was in front of the door, should I suddenly decide? Why can not just give the right thing and come to recognize each other? How am I going to see all the frogs to princes? They are all loving.

clear all that man is just not done for relationships. It would be certainly easier to find a steady partner, if it were by nature as designed, is it? * Scratch head * Najaaa ... Anyone who sticks his head in the sand crunches, tomorrow with his teeth. Or, as I have now read so beautifully in Forum: Do not kiss every frog. Simple as that passage is to find you ... maybe a prince of your frog.

... certainly better than to kiss the prince, and to discover that he is a frog. * Plop * Because I would rather go wild animals cuddle than waking up next to the frog that has me played the prince.

Since I will still profound.

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(M) A day in Berlin (2)

After all the theatrical and bombastic Gesülze melancholy with a touch of poetry of the past blog entries I dedicate myself once again my favorite city (for somewhat slower, I would go there on the irony), with its highs and especially lows: Berlin.

a very dangerous city. Especially for those with nerves on high voltage. The terror lurks and at every corner. Time crouching there a begging homeless person, sometimes there lurks a drunken bum. Anticipation can be such only in the rarest cases. One should always be armed with steel nerves, muscles and a nose clip. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to fabulous Berlin!

The subway ride that was probably normal, the eyes I had permanently closed to any view of me sitting opposite to have. At some point one has seen enough of the misery. The fight in the S-Bahn was completed promptly and skillfully formed a triumphant grin as you get hold of the lips has a seat. But what is the price ... The stomach turned, crawled into the nose piercing stench that is very difficult to describe; There was something rotten from 500 years ago, cheese, dried sweat, dirt, garbage and sewage. Yes, exactly, and not otherwise. The look was confident of victory quickly became a panic about the source of the stench has become searching gaze and just before the stomach three times to beat and threatened herauszuwürgen the cornflakes, the target was found: limped through the S-Bahn-course a probably homeless. My heart is full of pity, really, but at that moment I wished I just salvation, because my throat had been choked suspect. Yes, it's sad, but so must not degenerate a man in Germany. The - I call it even gently - strong odor remained even after leaving the shutter maliciously in the wagon and I loved the cold winter air for a long time for the first time again got out of the heart than I do.

But it should get even better. From afar I saw something that seemed so inappropriate to me in the middle of the sidewalk. As I approached I could not help laughing. There was a toilet on you ektem way placed. A used noticed. This can be clearly recognized in the brown signs of wear in the bowl. Actually only had a toilet roll holder and velvet missing could have been directly start the session. Because once someone has yet thought of his fellow man, thank you! The details can be arrows just yet. Great one could complain really do not ex-Klobesitzer had but even an old curtain hung at the nearest lamppost.

less pleasant now happened on the way back. However, not unique. Actually, time, place and state of mind is irrelevant, I roll my eyes every time personally, if I have one of the third-rate subway musician with silly grin come through the train doors see. Not only that, make your own music or his own words not understood, no, it's mostly just terrible, cheap, unprofessional and strumming clashing, sometimes coupled with nightmarish exciting vocals. The top of the course is by the way the accordion on which are always the same three keys depressed, the trumpet, also with a maximum of three varying shades as well as any drums. Today I was witness to a very sophisticated example show: At first people thought: Oh, that sounds bad times only and not scary , but then the bitter disappointment : The man had once again not more than three buttons and controls his lack of talent was simply playing with playing a CD plus Mini speakers in a backpack, and then held out his little glasses still to be rewarded. Creative, but unfortunately prevails here, the degree of poverty. The worst thing about the whole issue train musicians is that I always had the feeling that you have invisible glue a magnet to the buttock. Almost every time you ride such a popular rising in my wagon. Since you can almost start feeling sorry for yourself ... where my heart but spills over to compassion.

Now I had survived the droning, I'm out of the car and rushed to my bus. The drivers are well known, not the most patient and friendly anyway. But it was in, already thinking about home and because they felt the suspected stomach rotation again ... Amid all the older gentlemen smelled pungent. Stinging after manure after liquid manure, you call it as you like. This comes on the bus more often, I admit, so the shock was too deep and twisted merry with the interior. Fortunately, the ride was short. Berlin is indeed crowded in technology, high tech and Menschgeschaffenem, but in moments like these where you can feel tickling the cold, fresh air into the nose, because you love the feel of nature. In the middle of the capital.