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.
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.
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