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City of all cities

When I set my foot again into the city, she greeted me like at every meeting we had before: embracing me, grabbing me to take me out for a dance, pretending she could be mine for a moment or for a lifetime, whatever I chose it to be.

All the while I knew that she might spit me out at any moment. She would do the same to anybody no matter whether they had come in a pretentious quest for luck and glory, with the firm intention to stay for good and improve their lives and those of their children through hard work and thrift and or whether they had called her home for generations. Her tolerance to accept people of all colours, tongues and aspirations as her citizens, their mere intention to find their luck here being a sufficient qualification, is matched only by her callousness towards all those who fail to keep up with her dizzying tempo and who, instead of luck and glory, can find only loneliness or a path strewn with unsurmountable hurdles. At times, she had given me energy with an intensity that I had never known before, at others she seemed to strip me of my last heartbeat.

As I was riding from her unadorned suburbs to her sprawling center she slowly lured me into her world allowing me brief glimpses of the wealth of colours, origins and stories of her people, arranged almost like in a kaleidoscope, as she sent them on and off the train. Opposite of me a Mexican father was sitting with a child on his knees and the same expression of stoicism I had seen many years ago on the faces in his native land. I wondered whether the long voyage had not done much to improve on the hardship and humiliations of his life or whether he simply could not be bothered to rid himself of an attitude that had carried him through them before.

A little later three girls, barely fourteen, in all shades of black and brown hopped on to the train to pose and perform dance steps to the music from their headphones. One of them was tall and beefy, dressed a bit like a punk with an impressive afro-hairstyle to round off her look. She was giving the impression that she might throw herself to the floor and breakdance at any minute. The second chewed her gum without saying a word while she was being hugged in permanence by her boyfriend from behind. The third was the beauty queen of the band, small, with silk-like long hair and full of self-confidence, dressed in a sexy attire and acting as if she expected to be discovered any minute as a popstar on the train to the city centre. As I observed them I wondered whether children their age would ever come back to wearing hairstyles with outlines that look as though they had been cut around a pot sitting on their head, striped pullovers and corduroy trousers that are too short.

As I was still contemplating my own childhood, next on stage was a man dressed in rags dragging a little waggon behind him that was filled with a pile of random basic commodities he eagerly tried to sell to the audience: trashy romance novels from the 1960s, plastic tea pots and other household appliances, toys for the sandbox and condoms. All the while he was playing music from a half-broken cassette recorder, shaking his greasy hair as best he could under his woollen hat and looking at us through his sunglasses. I marveled at the impassive subway passengers around me who barely seemed to notice this bizarre appearance. Suddenly a faint memory of Jenny sprang to my mind as she walked up to a doorman during an earlier visit to the city asking where she could catch a taxi to xy . "Come on", he hollered at us, " country girls like to walk!"

This it what makes me so uneasy in this city, it constantly seems to unmask me as a country girl.
By the time we reached our final destination for that day: Hervé's apartment in a quiet residential neighbourhood close to one of the city's universities, I felt as if I had never left town. As I walked through the streets amidst hurrying investment bankers in high heels - this time around probably worrying more about their jobs than about their next deal - Mexican streetsweepers, bartenders from the Midwest, artist-waiters from Argentina, Korean shopkeepers and doctors from Iran, I felt as though I was one of them. Submerged into this mass of people from everywhere I had suddenly become again a citizen of this city of all cities. I remembered the Afghani doctor who had once told me at her christmas party in her Central Park West apartment with a view of the park and the skyscrapers: "The world meets in this city". Like nowhere else.

I was happy to see Hervé again after many years. The handsome son of a luckless Parisian actress and a European football coach who was world famous at his time he is fluent in at least five languages, used to play close to professional football and the piano and teaches at a local university. He had made some weak attempts to leave the city over the years. He had to come back each time. Whenever he considers going somewhere else he finds too little culture, too much segregation, not enough movement nor people from everywhere.

He confessed that he found his single life less interesting and fun as everyone had started to have children and stopped going out. But when he later took us out to a downtown restaurant with a woman from Hongkong he subtly referred to as "China", her boyfriend and a smart and pretty Italian woman who used to be his student, I thought to myself that his bachelor life seemed interesting enough after all. As the jetlag slowly took over I readied myself for a rediscovery of the city to find out how life had changed after the bursting of the bubble. I had lived here before and right after the fall of the towers and back then it had shown a remarkable resilience. Yet, your reaction might still be different when your world implodes from whithin rather than being attacked from the outside.

The sweetheart remarked that if the attackers had planned all this knowingly it would have been a stroke of genius. To the felling of the symbols of its economic power, the country reacted with policies that had helped create a humongous financial bubble. No that it burst it has all but destroyed the country's economic system Indeed, it remains to be seen Whether developments will stop short of destroying it. Ultimately, the country had reacted to the attacks with self-desctruction - of its civil liberties, its democracy and its economy now, of everything that had made it strong and enviable. In the ensuing days

we were to get a flavor of both the self-destruction and the ability for reinvention.

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I'm running since three quarters of an hour through the neighborhood from a mom and pop shop to another to finally get rid of the returnable bottles, the machine will not accept flirting emperor. A tough process. The Vietnamese general store next door admits right away that I bought the Bionade bottles with him, denies But outright any credit for the Flens. In fact, I was negotiating with the daughter of the house. She is 14 and very determined. I'm annoyed. After much back and forth I succeed in their "necessity", two Hefeweizenflaschen. When I hold her organic apple juice bottle under his nose, she laughs dry, a little disdainfully, I think. With their parents, there are packet soup and beer, no organic apple juice.

The Vietnamese in the Prenzlauer Allee takes the good grace Flens bottles, another beer, but he refuses. But I have another one, and the devil knows where the treasure has bought it. Or any guest has brought to the party. Anyway, I now walk around with it and it will not go. I buy raisins and almonds for the oriental carp. The Vietnamese shop owners ask me disappointed if I do not need a new beer. That was missing! Do I look like Sisyphus, or what? In the end, I buy a cheap red wine out of pity for cooking. Only when I'm at the very next mom and pop shop, it occurs to me that the carp in wine sauce recipe was that, while I had decided in favor of the Eastern variant.

the treasure I say all the time, he intended to distribute its not returnable purchases over the whole mountain, but at least focus on one store. Think of, perhaps, it's fun for hours with chattering bags through the area to draw and to result in any general store long negotiations? I've had enough! The treasure indeed strictly forbids me, bottle throwing easily in the container, but in my hourly wage is simply not worth it, more than half an hour behind herzulaufen 30 cents. Opportunity costs and so on. That's what I learned at that time at the university. And yes, this is true even if I Umweltsau factor with einrechne. I'm finally on Saturday and even my right to enjoy myself.

I carefully sneak to the front of the cylinder container Flirt emperor and look discreetly at me in all directions, even if nobody looks of the upright eco-neighbors. I watch it but one, and very pushy. However, he looks not like a neighbor from his jacket and worn with the wild beard. He sneaks around the container uneasy, almost as if they were his children and had to watch over them, but I'm so unnerved that I decide it necessary to resort to an open confrontation.

I prefer the self-conscious organic apple juice bottle from my jute bag and set swinging at the litter. Unfortunately, the bottle of white and I stand in front of the green container. Even the man with the wild beard next to me. It has only been missing for allowing me in your arms is loud and calls for the police.

"This is from the organic shop down there," he explains to me, and has rhinestones down by hand. He is very cooperative, at least not hostile.

"But that's not a deposit bottle is nowhere," I turn tired to come to my defense. On the self-made label really is nothing and for a moment, I hope. But the man knows his stuff, unlike me. In the quarters, and with returnable bottles anyway. He makes the obvious full-time. He drives his black, calloused hands on the script, which comes out of the bottle where it tapers. Something with "reusable" it says. I feel defeated, convicted and guilty.

"Will you return the bottle?" I offer him. Perhaps one of the embarrassing situation still make a deal. He takes off his bottle and looks at the closest I've just pulled out of the bag.

"The is of pieces up there," he says and nods qualified. When I told him turn the bottle, he dismisses the thought. "Dit is too far for me, since I now jeh not 'even more!"

He looks interested in the bag, which is still the cooking wine bottle that I unnecessarily bought. "And that is of ...", he starts. He seems to like it, I show off his expertise. And gradually I find pleasure in the man

"The full", I must say it then but still. "The I need."

"Oh," he says, looking from the bottle to me and radiates at me with his yellowed teeth. "To drink, huh?" adopt

We welcome and I prefer my way. I wonder where he intends to find the charm and pride of a real expert - with the profession. He can not afford to set up my accounts or garbled opportunity to buy wine only for cooking, because he has brought his carp recipes mixed up. I'm annoyed that I had not given him the bottle of red wine, he would certainly like to drink it. Or at least a bit of a toll that he for me at the organic shop constricted and thus save my relationship on another weekend.

I decide to be satisfied. With my hourly wage, with chattering shopping bags on Saturday afternoon and all ...

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email from New York, March 2001

My days in New York are numbered, and I work like a squirrel in the drum for my work in this city, both professionally and personally bringing to the perfection.

Last Saturday we found my culinary tribute to Poland in Williamsburg, as we went out to eat with them pierogi. Jeanette had a couple of dashing violin builders here, a Munich-based violin dealer and her Armenian-Russian devil violinist, and I showed my inexhaustible fund a few of the Americans prepared to which I have read over time in Hell's Kitchen bars. Janice was thrilled with the Polish real lack of service culture in the restaurant. The chief looked at us as if he wanted to kill us when we entered his restaurant - we were the only ones who wanted to do that to him. The waitress was obviously an amazing 1.80 m wide Eastern European beauty with high cheekbones and orthopedic shoes, which dominated the service line communist devastating look to perfection. Finally no "Hiiiiiiii, I am Angela, what can I do for you?" The essence of true, anyway. We saw the same, as the Omi glanced out of the kitchen. It has a Reason that her family hid there, because they can not hide just how much she cooks with love. The Customer may, of course, noticed by no means.
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In our subsequent Williamsburg Tour turned out that Jeanette and I were the very best couple of all. Jeanette is very small and thin. Only with such Philipp I can dance drops and throws, as Jeanette and I she lay in the Black Betty, but with Phil I lie on the floor more often. Well, I'm just simply not small and skinny ...

The We-love-our-children-of-all-competition between my mother and Lucas' father reached on the Monday a new peak. Before My mother had distinguished himself on several occasions by positive, that in all possible - mainly Latin - languages "I love you" and had "besame mucho" gesäuselt to the tape. Lucas went so far as to claim that it was Latin as Jennifer Lopez. On Monday afternoon he called me then completely bewildered at the university of, and thought I had better now go home and make sure that my parents are both taken into custody, but separately. They are "re-locos" and would also be high rock each other.

As it turned out, my mother had left two messages - of course fell asleep while Lucas. After initial murmur, caught it at carnival songs to sing, "with all hands on Ballerman" and the like, all accompanied by my father, who cried in the background "te quiero mucho. In the second message, the two sang a duet. I believe that my parents have now built up an unbeatable lead, but Lucas wants the no circumstances can sit up. That is how the world championship of 1990, he says, and besides, he secretly believes that mother had violated the anti-doping law. Well, it was rose Monday, as may well be something in it.

About Tim Nellon I can not say anything bad because he is on the distributor. But as has been found on Thursday, he dances Argentine Tango as a young god, so I could not complain if he was not at the distributor. We were in the most traditional tango hall in town, "La Nacional", and I was able to convince me that the tango scene in Hamburg at least has the dimensions of those in New York. I knew every single Tanguero more of my Tango-safaris last fall. I already know it from hard, so I know that the Argentine dueño is a fake, although he does not admit and organized trips to Buenos Aires. But he does not sing when he speaks, and he does not say "vos" instead of "tú". Haha, I'm up to every trick, I'm not mistaken one. But he made himself popular with me, when he told me that Germany is the leading country of tango outside of Argentina.

Last night I was with Kerry in the Metropolitan Museum of Art Kerry is one of five children of Irish immigrants in Queens. He stands with both feet on the ground and, unlike the artists in Williamsburg, he blotted it even with extra color. Nevertheless, he studied painting. We had some hair-raising on the previous Saturday discovered gaps in my education art history education (you all know Caravaggio?), He offered himself to fill. Now I know all about chiaro-oscuro - and he finally know how to pronounce that - and about the skirmishes between the Venetian and the Florentine school. In Renaissance and Baroque we understood nor well, but in modern art department, he was the one time or another heart spasm when I carelessly at particularly notable masterpieces passed and are instead stayed if I do not really have any hair to stand on end.

then did Kerry actually go to sleep quickly, but we dragged him to Jeanette and Chatschik in the Lenox Lounge in Harlem jazz. If the it is good that at last the Germans have come to show him New York. He has never been to Harlem.

Harlem is predicted at regular intervals in the German press, a renaissance. The New York Times and Yvonne's Friend Jill, who lives in the Lenox Avenue to say, that took place long ago. Bill Clinton is obviously with them eye to eye. When I was in the early nineties in New York, I would have trusted me with my Barbara never there. But growing now, everything is alive and well, entire streets of abandoned townhouses are being renovated and the house prices are now almost on Downtown level.

The best I think the nightlife. The Lenox Lounge in front is a modern bar with the vanguard of the black American revelers at the bar, and back in one piece jazz venue Cotton Club in the zebra-stripe look.

The singer had a impressive body of sound and singing just like the the untrained lay person from a black singer hoped. She was also witty and charming to visit and during the break each of their guests at the table to chat with us as their numerous friends in Berlin. The bass player was white and looked like Chatschik According to Lenin. As far as I can tell that played in any case at least as good bass could mobilize the masses like this.

It is time for me to leave Williamsburg. Not only did I welcome some of Poland on Saturday morning with a handshake on Bedford Avenue will, I will be caught and locked in bars when I evening with the firm Intent come home to go to sleep. Today I learned Hernan, a major Puerto Rican 1.90 in the subway, with whom I was with the excellent voice quality of the Mexican street singer immediately agreed. Hernan wants to meet me next Saturday at 10:15 again at the stop.

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email from New York, March 2001

Lucas is an angel. His only fault is that he can occasionally be longer the dishes in the sink. Something one must of course do in a developing country before. This attracts everything possible to vermin. This morning he got a receipt for it. The poor guy I'm still very sorry.

I am currently a little tight, had much to do, so I woke up early and I quickly made myself ready to then nimbly to rush to the university. As I approached had promoted in the best mood of the cluttered sink, a cockroach peste about the size of Hell's-Kitchen-mouse through the sink, which I will one day without batting an eyelid to the afterlife. But I am always nervous and weak in the first moment of shock I let out a shrill cry of horror so that the Poor Lucas immediately stood upright in bed and mitschrie. I do not know if I had already mentioned that, although between his and my room a door, but not between his room and the kitchen. Doors are just a scarce commodity in America. In "Galapagos" in Williamsburg, they have even limited to, hang colorful scarf on the toilet doors, and that's something hot in the prudish Americans who get so always had a heart attack if you want the two-piece into the public pool.

But that is not the issue. What I wish is that I am in my life do not forget this face distorted by fear of Lucas would, as he matched in my cry. I really am surprised that the water beetle is not the same died of fright. However Lucas and I took about ten minutes to recover us, then it took another ten minutes until I had told him what was going on. Shock conditions are not very good for my English, but then somehow I cucarracha occurred yet.

asked Lucas finally terrified me if I would have the courage to kill the animal (he knows all about the mouse), or he would do it. I knew that the boy was aged for decades, I would be forced to be a murderer. Well stained I turn my own hands with blood and substantiating my reputation as a killer lady, not without shouting too loudly in German, "Get lost, go away, you disgusting beast." For Lucas, I was at the time determined the incarnation of one of those nasty Nazis, with their "Achchchchtung, machchchchch fast" must in every Hollywood movie. Then I lay down completely exhausted on the kitchen floor and was done with the world. Lucas said contentedly, is that nurmehr another New York experience for me, now would only be missing the rat. Spoke, and fell asleep on the spot again.

As always when one has gone anywhere, it is now at its best. All Italians are out of their holes come go with me to the movies in the disco, I invite you to brunch and complain, I was to the New York extended stay still, they would write a letter Luckus. But when I got back in the Blue Barhaus adopted by my hamburgers, I had eggs for Christoph promise faithfully to come back and not just to run away again, as then in Freiburg. So nothing will come of it, I'll be back. Moreover, they are Italians here delightful, but somehow mutants. But we went the other day at half past eight clock in the evening eat something from the university to ten (!), I asked if we go for a beer. Da Paolo answered but no, he must return to the university. Finally, I went alone with Mike for a beer, the only Americans in the Ph.D. Program. He complained bitterly to me, for he is sitting with three Italians in an office. When he comes in the morning, sitting there already, and learn, and when he goes out at night, they are still learning, and what ever happened to "Dolce Vita" and "Dolce lazing around. I wonder too. Out of sheer desperation, we drank three beers.
salsa dancing, we continue, however, I prefer my Russians. Claudio recently brought me but a little embarrassed. I was sitting in N. in the office to discuss my work, as he comes to ask anything. As N. We would like to introduce and to this Purpose of asking if we know each other because, according to Claudio: "Yes, but we have not danced salsa together." N. carried it with composure, and I tried to do the same.

Last Sunday we gave out at last sometimes the Dolce lazing around, eating breakfast with Anna, two Lucas, Paolo and Giovanni in the Bedford Avenue at the poles and then took a world trip. Only down the road to Puerto Rico, there was just siesta and not much going on, and then further down the road to Israel, to the Hasidic Jews. Lucas came two hours later to when he awoke, strictly speaking, I had awakened him by phone. In Puerto Rico was just rubbish, and every time Lucas saw a sofa, He wanted to put on it, and siesta. This accelerated the walk not just, he went with us economists, however, so popular that he sang the song battle of his football team. When he and his congenial fans their nearest rivals, the most successful team in Argentina want to demoralize, to sing the whole stadium, "Boca will win when the cows fly and Argentina has inflation under control." Of this we were so self-inspired - because Lucas says, that happens with the cows more - that we crossed on foot the Williamsburg Bridge in glorious sunshine and overlooking all of Manhattan. Sometimes life is just simply really good.

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I've just come back with sweat from the laundry in Bedford Avenue, where there on Saturday morning, half in Polish America came together. And I have learned that may go in Williamsburg when washing anything wrong if you do not speak the Polish language. You do not need to trust that we could negotiate in English with the capo on. And operate without any clichés cheapest to do, I have to say that the Poles are well out to snatch a such things in front of the nose, which I personally always had kept for rivet and nail set - such as washing machines.

After several hours of bitter struggle, I got it but then managed to clean my clothes, as far as possible in America is given. When I think of Germany I am pleased most of all on the hot water cycle ...

The younger Poles speak English and the way I was able this morning to convince yourself that nostalgia is a common disease in Poland. Probably in some ways it is not always wrong, but the young man with whom I talked, went so far as to claim that one would have noticed the presence of the Russians to Communism little time. Ah, the little bit of martial law, I should not even do that!

Valentine's Day has me - how could it be otherwise - brought once more into a very tricky situation. The doorman of NYU, a seasoned head of the family in the Bronx at the age of my father's youthful in appearance only, it had not let himself take to give me chocolates in a box in the form of a red flaming heart. I still interpreted as a touching gesture that aimed to not raising any nostalgia for me, of course, in disregard of the fact that the Germans get along in love with a small fraction of the rituals required by the Americans for it. Suspiciously, it occurred to me before then, however, when he then asked the next day, if he could send me as well as flower. I do not know what I stammered, then and in any case, I went quickly upstairs to my office and wrote an Emil to my culture grave consultant Helen, who knows about the U.S. and in the Taiwanese and German culture as in their pocket, Solange it is to be non-red non-roses that I should remain calm, she said, otherwise it may be, but definitely a "dirty old man". I should accept the flowers in any case if they were coming, but at the same time earnestly ask me then, as he that had spent the Valentine's Day with his wife. As I open, positive and focused recognition of his wife and showed his children, I would impose some limits of our relationship. Who of you does not agree with the fact that the woman belongs in the diplomatic service?

If a person on this earth has an Argentine soul, then it is Lucas' father. I would love to keep all their messages on our answering machine. Corinna would also like these: A tango could not be better. "Te quiero muuuucho, te quiero muuuuuucho, cuidate cuiuiuiuiuidate!" I have a little afraid to believe the Argentines could not my parents loved me, so I called a home-like messages. But you know, like the one in Northern Germany is. The men go out hunting with his club, and if anyone is responsible for feelings, then these are the women, and they show by cooking lots or buy an outrageously expensive green leather jackets. But how Lucas remember that?

If my father says one every three years on an answering machine, he dictated a rule set of characters - old occupational disease - and as I sit down immediately and mitstenographiere, I'm glad he does not leave messages. Lucas keeps me with my garbage separation already crazy enough. My mother has the habit of yelling at the answering machine: "Niciiiiiiii where you drive you again 'around? "This is a little too hard for Lucas, but her" Helloooooo, Niciiiiiiiii "already so it makes for good that I constantly have the feeling I was sitting in the living room or jump possessed a parrot. Yesterday, they gesäuselt but my explicit request to the most violent, including hand-created English. "Te amo, te amo, te quem, te quem" or something like that I was certainly excited I hope Lucas will be impressed when he later. to wake up five times.

Yesterday I embarrassed myself a bit during cooking, because I did not have the spinach cleaned properly. It gave me Cathy still as a student with great Attention to detail taught how to properly field salad dressing - actually I should have known. Thank God Arnold a spinach Allergy and Frank ate with contempt of death, albeit involuntarily clenched teeth. The duck in orange sauce for it was delicious.

Last Sunday I brunchte with the largest Jewish extended family in the state of Michigan. I have more Williamsburg (speak French and the Israelis) met in the pubs know, and now that one in Williamsburg is a woman approaches not just by asking hypocritical: "I know you from somewhere?" But at least " You look familiar, are you an artist? " Maybe I'm it as soon as my Indian friend Rohit, in which I complained recently, what a hard lot to have to admit to an artists' party in Williamsburg, that one is an economist. "I describe myself as to mathematical artist," he says, with his unparalleled, priceless Indian accent.

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email from New York, February 2001

... is the date on which the landlord came in Hell's Kitchen on the idea Vladi, Curzio and I throw them out of the apartment - Williamsburg is wonderful! It combines everything in it that is beautiful. One Saturday morning, Bedford Avenue is like the Easter Road. All residents, not the artists are - That the Poles and I - running a hurry from shop to shop and do their shopping or stop at the corner or a small whistles. The nice thing is that you must not ride to the hill district to go to a hip coffee shop or second-hand clothes, because they are all in the Bedford Avenue. In Williamsburg at night as East Berlin. The buildings are a bit run down, but everywhere shoot small bars, clubs and cafes such as mushrooms. If I let me just enough inspiration from the outfits worn after twelve clock in the L train from Manhattan to Bedford Avenue, then I have this week in the Hamburg scene, the nose in front.

If you walk by my house from a little to the south, you end up in Mexico and Puerto Rico. echoes from all the shops loud salsa music, and English is the national language. There I took this morning a little trip, only to afterwards read over coffee in the "Time Out", it was in the area ten years ago was still so dangerous that the artists hooked always be together, to provide each other homecoming to bring when they left her studio. The idea to me afterwards but still put a little fright, especially since I am worried about is the last artist who could bring no one home.

was cheered in my gloomy thoughts I am from a nice Israeli artist who had made as a child, a student exchange to Hanover. My long-winded excuses for the fact that Hanover is not the best thing is what our country can offer (as well that my parents could not hear it), they rejected indignantly. Hanover was beautiful, so beautiful and green neighbourhoody. Ha! What a good day!

highly motivated that, I ran a few blocks to the north and found myself deeply Poland. These butchers, as found on Manhattan Avenue, I have not seen since my bike ride through Eastern Pomerania. Instead of buying phone cards there telefonczkie kartyie, you are in restauranczkaia polskaia, and if you want to have fun, you go to the club nocznyi.

Actually I had wanted to go to the trendy clothes stores, in which we are around the corner to Hauf. I just had not reckoned with the artists, of which, of course, no one stands up before a clock. As nine-to ten-thousand of them live in Williamsburg, including the opening times accordingly. Lucas knows why he always laughs at me when I have during the week for twelve or a clock go to bed. I have used the American dream for him to explain my unusual behavior. I had to work well, so it might once have my children better than me. That it has little impressed. As I worked, he said, they would have to go to my great grandchildren a better life.

But even the introduction of waste separation in our WG could not cloud our cordial relationship seriously. I chose a compromise and can remove just bottles, paper and the rest Somehow I heard too often the word "loco" from Lucas' phone conversations with Argentina heraust, as we had an extra bag for plastic.

way, I can finally say to me that I had seen in the Met Plácido Domingo. Only us at Pastor daughters I have to admit that he has conducted, to sing instead of (the Torfkopf!). Otherwise would have I have but no cards.

On Thursday I had with my colleague Anna startled two PhD students from the first year of their econometrics tasks to go salsa dancing with them, or more precisely Son Cubano. My first Russian dance partner had never danced salsa and second, looked like a typical Russian intellectual: tall, thin and a bit awkward. So cute he is, I did not biggest hopes when it came to dance. However, far from it! The Russian soul, giving to a obviously the right feeling for rhythm. After half an hour, our hips were flying so impressed by Giovanni said, for another hour at this teacher, and Artem and I would be naturalized in Cuba. And Washington

I forgot! I actually had at least expected something like Chicago. But although it is very cute and beautiful corners of museums, it is all in all, without such as Bonn Rhine countries. Nevertheless, Moni and I are neatly formed in the museums and all freed, which could be loose somehow. She had a good time there, was loved by all and carried on his hands - who's surprised? Now she sits for four months in College Station, Texas, and shudder a bit. Should she not, she does everything right. Finally, we will all be ruled by America. And so beautiful and exciting New York Is that people like George W. Bush to be president is not decided in New York but in Kalamazoo, Michigan, and College Station, Texas. Who has been there can never, the world does not really understand.

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A Quest for Peace ... But still no one knows this. Some history behind the friendship, loyalty and hatred lurks the end of the world. Or can the events be avoided?

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The author put the reader with this novel into a Criminal case full of addictions and obsessions, which the main characters are exposed. Investigations on the confusing murder take place against the backdrop of the industrial city of Dortmund, in which the author lived for several years and studied.

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The student Tom Baumgartner is his own life to end - and is abruptly interrupted and killed.

Those who kill in spite of the planned suicide? The investigators have suspected the roommate Richard Krueger, who despite many years of friendship is not a good relationship over to Tom. Richard, who receives letters from the dead himself, who has prepared this during his lifetime for him, turns on Tom's footsteps and gained a deeper insight into his life than he intended. A world full of sexual fantasies of Richard and bounced a mysterious contacts occur, as he followed Tom's words.

In the letters of the victims spoke of suicide as part of the last service of friendship to Richard, who met after the death should be. But why did Tom end his life, and who preferred a brutal murder? As Richard is involved in the murder?

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Whodunit are detective stories, which can be mitgerätselt to the end and should come, as the perpetrator in question.

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a criminal case and an unusual love story full of addictions and obsessions, which the protagonists are exposed ...

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Nacirons Vampire - Vampire bloodline

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Sample

There are periods of mortals, periods of progress that development. But far from the world in all periods is the darkness that belongs to the children of the night. Gods among us. And therein hangs the mortal immortal - Naciron among the gods, Hilo among mortals. Therefore, the spring is my sword, the night my day and my goddess Mistress of my heart.

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course, the author weaves the story in his second book to the now "mortal immortals" Hilo - rather Naciron. Naciron we encounter now is brave and heroic, and again, his "human" weaknesses, which made him seem a little awkward in the first volume, also increased. In the second part of the vampire series, he has to play a lot of tasks to be earned at the end of the price to get for his troubles.

The Vampire Princess Aliana is again one of the party and seems long ago to not be as unapproachable as in the first part. There was always clear how much Hilo Aliana needs - in the second part is now clear that this relationship is based on absolute mutual! But in this part we see Aliana in various roles - not lastly in a "black widow" who skillfully weaves her web around their enemies and friends and in the course of history can snap the trap.

An old friend is also the Wolf Ethrel, who once fought alongside Alianas Exiled husband and adversaries Kalai and now on the side of Aliana finds itself. He enjoys the full confidence of the vampire princess. In the eyes of Naciron however, is the most angry-looking wolf border is still not trusted. Those who learn from both in terms of Ethrel a hard lesson must be is still pending.

Another character is Vlad Tepes - a historical person who made through the piles of their victims with an inglorious. Therefore, it is hardly surprising that Tepes in the act of the author not a "good figure" makes. Through a sacrilege, he is a vampire and does not think for one moment to adhere to the laws and rules of the vampire houses. He believes whoever is not with him is against him! And he says the whole world to war - the people and the vampires.

My opinion

What is the author succeeded in his first part of the vampire series "Nacirons Vampire", he creates with his second book "blood line". A fictitious story to pack into a true historical background and let the reader in no doubt that everything has happened exactly, pardon have happened "could".

The author makes in his small historical excursion through the book almost a sprint through the ages, although individual pieces of the puzzle revealed only gradually to an image - the author then later the Mysterious airs, hanging like exactly those items with the rest of the story together.

The historically less experienced reader will appear to the insight into the history of Europe in some places a bit lengthy. The historically inspired readers, among whom I number myself, but comes to its full costs. Above all, the trip into the history of the Templars I liked it well personally.

The merging of the fictional storyline with historical events, which lets us to another stage of life the title character Hilo and Aliana reads exciting and believable. In addition to the "old" Known from the first part (as Alianas brother Gideon), we learn new enemies, but also the edge of the first book to know people.

The retained first-person narrative from the perspective of Hilo, who may have initially been expected to get used to that, now the reader through the events and inspired to have his own imagination. The author has done it again his story and his characters made into shapes such that the reader has the feeling directly participate in the scene.

Whoever thinks he can part or even foresee the end, the author has followed up the garden path. So much was revealed, in the end we meet familiar faces and yet like everything is completely different than it might appear at first glance.

only drawback (as well as in the first part) are the numerous spelling and grammatical errors.

A special gimmick is the description of the black wedding dress, we see the last chapter, which, however, also found in more closely at the cover again. The author has smuggled in the wedding dress there already. For the second part of it, the author can not take the cover that is designed to restore itself, which deserves my special respect!

Who marries whom it is perhaps the only thing from the first line of the book (if not even earlier) is clear.

And yet, the author also open in this part of the history questions, so that the reader again have no choice but to wait for the next band!

Conclusion

Also the continuation of the vampire series around Naciron Aliana and is highly recommended, certainly for anyone who has even a band can not escape.

A based on historical facts, history has woven into the author with much excitement and creativity of the history of the Vampires and the Knights Templar.

Highly recommended!

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- timeforfantasy.de , as of 26/08/2008

Summary

In the second part of the saga Naciron Aliana and will continue their story and explores the backgrounds of the bloodlines and the Templars.

The house was Baphomet of vassals asked for help in Wallachia, and Vampire Princess Aliana studied with their human companions Naciron the mystery-events.

You can not imagine that the events creating order out of the houses in danger and affect the world of darkness for centuries.

Much of what was already in the light, must be seen again ...

Sample

She looked deep into my eyes, I was banned and even if I had wanted to, turning away was not possible. A feeling incredibly powerful and wonderfully struck my body. It was as if I would as a shell stand, but slumped from the outside world my insides completely unnoticed in the center of the earth. I was at the core of my self-focuses, it was for the moment out of my sight and my enchanted smile, also powerless, weak and vulnerable. Her eyes were torn down every human defense, although this could not be noticed, I was lost. I had looked into the face of love. I lived the moment, living in the moment, the second lasted, but in line for me more than my lived centuries of eternity. If a creature looks at us like, this force can bounce it on us, it is our heart.

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Hilo is the main actor of the book. He meets us survive the first few pages as a weak coward, but with the strong will to want to. With a trick he managed already living from two battles to come, but it should be the third battle for fatality. He is a very special war booty, as he finds fast. his will to survive alone, he has to thank that he actually comes of it. The author with him on many tasks. Whether they will end up too heavy for humans Hilo?

Aliana is the female lead. The author has her during the act of a wide variety of roles: enemy warriors, vampire, princess, protector, teacher and victim. It has a vampire the ability of the shadow of her People, and whether intended or not, will soon Hilo important to her companion.

Gideon is the brother of Aliana and of course also a vampire. Together with his father, Imhotep is he is a master in the intrigues for power and Hilo in the fight of their houses vampire ball.

Another character is Kalai, Prince of the House of Baphomet. A powerful vampire with the ability of the blood ritual. Hilo is for him no more than food, this is only human after all. But then Hilo attracts the attention of the vampire to be.

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Hilo struggled in his third fight in the front ranks of the Senne scarves from France. With a deception, he secured his survival. But he paid a high price - he becomes a prisoner of war.

As a slave he is brought into the room of a woman. Quickly, he must realize that it is a special kind of war booty. When he almost manages to escape and he gets a chance to which should secure him his survival time being. He gets an audience with King Louis VI. of France, where it meets on its unusual allies - vampires.

Hilo is on the order of the King follower of Aliana be the vampire princess, and, above all day while she sleeps, a watchful eye on them.

To fulfill this role he will receive different lessons in the arts of war, political, and diplomatic manner. This involves more than once for his own life.

After his training progression accompanied to the Hilo Aliana theirs is Baphomet and witness the union of her and Kalai, the prince of the house. He also participated as observers at a ceremony alienated.

personally received from King Louis Aliana and Hilo to commit the task to assassinate the senna sound of France, who sought the king's life. During the attempt to Hilo and Aliana realizes that the senna sound has a powerful ally.

Later, the two make for Jerusalem, where they are observers of the creation of a new order - the Order of Christ templique paupers fellow students Salomonici Hierosalemitanis (Later known as the Templars), who (comes from Aliana) the House of Imhotep could be dangerous.

Only in Jerusalem Hilo gets the chance to Aliana his loyalty to the test. But Alianas brother Gideon and her father Imhotep still have their own plans for him. It comes to Showdon with their adversaries.

My opinion

As a bookworm (especially the fantasy genre), I get to read countless books by various authors. Besides my hobby, Fantasy, and history is one of my passions so that the blurb made me curious. A vampire story from a historical background.

And actually I could discover in the present work many historical names and backgrounds, which gave the story an extra measure of credibility - even if the events were not so sure in the history of Amsterdam.

inviting addition to the blurb also the cover to read the book. The woman's face in "Poser" style is selected and successfully gives the reader an idea of the beauty and fascination of vampire Princess Aliana.

The characters are fully developed. You learn a lot of action and thinking, as well as their background. People rarely succeed in an author diversity with so many different views to paper.

with the chosen first-person narrative from the perspective of Hilo, which may seem somewhat strange, since novels rarely are written first-person perspective, but quickly you identify with the charming character of the protagonist.

The author mixes old vampire wisdom with new ideas, giving the book a special appeal. Vampires are not shown as bloodthirsty demons of the night, but as intelligent and calculating nature. However, it is impossible for the reader to anticipate the action.

Although the plot seems logical, the author keeps the reader and its main characters always surprises that make the book exciting and appealing.

The somewhat high-flown language of the author is somewhat difficult to read initially, content, people and those times but entirely appropriate.

The only complaint that I have objected to is that in the book are striking number of grammar and spelling errors. Even the sentence structure of acts a few places a little immature.

Several times I had at the beginning to read the book records over and over to understand the meaning - which could now be due to my lack of comprehension or of that language and syntax problem:)

Within a few days I read the book and am now at the end a bit sad that the author has given his work not for a few more pages. Since sequels are already planned but I am looking forward to read it.

And one who thirsts for the next volume, which refers to an idea and the recurrence here with us!

Conclusion

The 199-page book is the main actor in Hilo and the reader again and again with new puzzles. The incorporation of the historical name of the book gives a special charm. Also the author has managed to spice up the traditional image of the vampires with new ideas and his work so to stand out from the crowd of vampire stories.

The book is about loyalty, what is still lacking in our people in many places, if history may be, with fictitious storyline.

Finally

Nacirons Vampire - The Da Vinci Code is a good start to a vampire series and makes it clear appetite for more. The book is consistently interesting and captured the imagination of the reader.

suitable especially for connoisseurs of the vampire genre, but also for newcomers highly recommended.

- timeforfantasy.de , as of 08/26/2008

Summary

A new vampire saga takes its beginning ...

The various vampire types and their capabilities are described in a historical setting. With much love, the reader is introduced to this world, and the author always manages to surprise. A beautiful love story and intelligent vampires, such as one seldom sees.

the author about his book

I even sacrificed Imhotep a drop of the first ink as it was held at the writers of ancient times as a custom. Because this is dedicated to all those who made possible the writing of words and were based and the writers of the world side to help. And may God lead my hand at every word because he gave me the ability to shape her words, and thus the obligation to use this gift.

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France, 1119 n, Chr

Hilo survived the horrors of war and fears a future of slavery. But far worse threat to the young man, because his blood is to strengthen the powerful vampire Princess Aliana house of Imhotep vorgesehen.Mit a nearly successful escape convinced Hilo his tormentors but otherwise like to be useful. He has the charming princess from now on as a follower and protector used during the day. As a vassal, he learns the organization and practices of the darkness to know you better than he is and will be part of the political power plays of the night. The rivalries and alliances of the vampire houses form a fascinating web of intrigue and loyalty. The risk of Hilo will grow larger and more victims are needed as Alianas draw beauty and force him into their orbit. And his life is just the beginning.

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Suddenly Aliana is turned back in my direction, with the same expression I had seen in the storage cellar, after I had managed to put him under fire. An appraiser very thoughtful view from the not the brutal lethality and the incredible energy, spoke for a people, outlasting wisdom. She had a very long time before answering. I knew that my life depended on the what was happening behind her eyes. Ultimately, she said, while she had her mocking voice again, but this time it sounded placed in my ears. It was as if she sought to conceal their true motives. "I would have waited for some time on his blood"

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My neighborhood has a bad reputation.

"conformed" to judge the Kreuzberg derogatory and are proud of the veiled women in their street and their sons, control the gold chain, much gel in their hair and massive upper arm muscles to pounding music luxury car through the quarter, while her sisters beside studying and career in progressive political parties or associations make integration work. The Kreuzberg are proud of these neighbors, and this is not difficult to understand. But usually they can not find the name of which only their friends.

"West German small-town," sneers Kai. He should know. Finally, he himself is a free and feels like we all in the city immensely.

"Bionade Biedermeier", a West German weekly magazine, whose articles in the last twenty years, although subtitled considerably shorter, but so far have not become less boring. The author is certainly very proud of its alliteration. The treasure they believes is a Eimsbüttlerin that every Saturday in the same Portuguese bar crotchety Galao their drinks and would do anything rather than to set up a big sunglasses and to feel free from all the good-looking, not so young people here who have recently beards, or - they can not - still the mini skirts over leggings from last year. For this purpose, if possible, a pregnant belly. Instead of the same old Galao they would offer a choice of nifty cafes with coffee and cake, large-scale foreign restaurants serving brunch mozzarella and tomatoes to six clock in the evening and one-room bars, milk foam coffee and expensive sandwiches on wooden chairs and armchairs in front of the door. Their guests write their Labtops or block the sidewalk with their Pram. Instead of working to pursue projects - for example, write articles for this weekly paper. Unless they leave in the morning but quietly to the service, to stab at the latest to nine clock. Because our area is not least one of the most important officials of the city ghettos.

Once there lived Communists who fought in the resistance. Just around the corner, Hans Rosenthal grew up, until someone from the Nazis in a hidden bower. And while the division of the thinkers and bohemians in the slowly decaying old buildings have discussed long nights and even sang songs sealed.

exercised after the Wall came down, the bullet holes in the building facades, the many empty apartments with outside toilets and coal heating systems and all the spaces in between a magical attraction for students and artists of life who wanted to distance themselves from the West German welfare society from which they came. Or Russian adventurers who previously had lived in Moscow in half as large homes with three families. It all together occupied dwellings belonged to anyone, organized a picnic on the roofs and pill excesses, celebrated wild parties and played concerts in the courtyard.

now is the time of the quarter pulled away. Tourist buses drive through the streets, the occupants of the many bars and cafes to admire. The houses are finely restored and their occupants are aged with the students of that time. They came to money and the residents of once driven mercilessly with the help of rent increases over the Danziger Straße. You buy only ecological foodstuffs and green, their children report at yoga with two on and with three at the Mandarin classes. If these educated children are to attend due to overcrowding of the nearest school, a first class together with a loud to the teeth armed Arab children in the Wedding, they strict judicial processes.

I recently met at a fat married couple in the age of my parents from my Heimtastadt who bought a condo in the quarter to visit more often once the fashionable restaurants and theaters can. No matter how far you travel, origin escapes not exactly easy ...

And the foreigners in the area are nothing but a reflection of ourselves, others only with a native language. Citizen children from rich industrialized countries that accept the cheap rent grateful - because everything is relative - just to look for free space and to experience. American Booksellers, French singer and nominal caterers and Italian women who hire themselves unnerved by the low wages in their home here as a teacher. We like to call Edelkanacken. In our flirt Kaiser's German is one language among many. But really is also that the Vietnamese greengrocers and the kebab vendors do not live in the neighborhood.

in all these prejudices is more than just a kernel of truth. But who only sees, knows nothing of what is going on in our district.

they have no idea of Karina, the flamenco teacher who lives with her charming Austrian in the third floor and leaves her child only a mother's love. They know nothing of Clara, the fifth years of their collection of high quality fashion accessories works and soon to be a big star, when she finally comes to the public. And they know nothing about Molly and Polly in the second, who lived here before the fall of the wall. Determined they did even then already the tasks of the concierge and asked each neighbor, whom she met on the stairs, out in all surrounding circumstances. Of the tomato breeding in the sand box and the party table in the courtyard of the teens who smoked behind the bicycle waterpipe, they know anyway.

you know nothing of the vibrant, indefatigable entrepreneurial spirit that prevails in the district, animated by an unshakeable optimism, the most absurd idea is still looking to market and take of any reversion to the courage of the world can be. Already the third psychotherapist with healing of practical training has been established in the street and the whole neighborhood abounds with offers for Far Eastern Massage practices, relaxation techniques and healing baths. "What do to relax here," marvels a colleague at the office, which is usually at home in London.

Even though our road is one of the most quiet of the neighborhood and no one can seriously hope of passing trade, has now taken over a potter's business next door, when the two predecessor had, the trendy bra and practical wrap shirts with carrying devices for diapers and bottles for Pregnancy and Lactation had designed. On the corner have two avant-garde establishment, the issue in a huge showroom a handful from last cry and pretend that they sold the product for 700 € the Piece. Every time a potential buyer but lost time in the vicinity of the store, they have to curse like their cigarettes and beer items left on the street behind the counter and pretend that they were successful businessmen. Already in the second week they had to make special offers.

At one end of the road, give her a gay bar from the tougher guys on the scene. It is a private film club, whose essence, we never really managed to fathom. At the other end has opened a gallery, exhibiting in Berlin and St. Petersburg esoteric art. And a few steps further along the avenue runs a beautiful picture, a large-scale Turkish sibling group Mexican restaurant. It's like the plague. Your guests are not the small West German city-dwellers in the area, the more preferable venues across the living room format, but residents of old and their children who are still happy from the north through the alleys at night in the quarter, to have fun. In the European Football Championship, they had built up a flat screen television on the road. The game against Turkey, Germany, we have all watched together with the Friends of the innkeepers, who had arrived in the Turkish camp-style. In the winning goal for Germany, they spontaneously changed sides and we had a lot of fun together. sold

On the other side of the avenue Holger Portuguese and German wines, and gives the residents of the neighborhood on weekends in the cooking. He likes to tell that he now wants more care of your family and find a rhythm of tension and relaxation. To achieve this, he has first started with the tension and put up next door or a shop that will sell lunch consuming homemade German courts for five euros to the architectural firm consultants, web designers and copywriters in the quarter, which themselves have no customers.

Three blocks away is a German art cinema films about underdogs. Before the movie begins, they must apologize to the six viewers for the interruption in the middle of the film, when they change roles. In the same street believes one can earn by selling statues of pharaohs and waterpipe his money. If he gives up, someone will take over the store that sells there Namibian Artworks - I already know.

And the whole neighborhood is full of shops, repair, in which good-looking, friendly, young men's bicycles. A dream!

believes the treasure, the Sicilians, who runs a restaurant on the main street takes half an hour to adjust to his Basque beret so wrong before it to work. His colleagues have brought us fish by mistake instead of calf's liver - the most delicious mistakes in our lives. Everything again to set the record straight, got a taste of the veal liver after the same. Of course, was only on the invoice and the wine they have not calculated until after we had strictly to do so. But the atmosphere was first class. When the treasure - after he had told me about all the food from the godfather - the Sicilians asked who could make the city Cano said of his father, no problem, we should just let you know in advance. Just to find the right goat cheese is, in the city very difficult.

of the Russian theater, dance and theater stages in the quarter, I have said nothing.

Yes, we are what they call in France Bobos - Bürgerbohemiens. Often, simply bourgeois. But we still like to live here.

I also Eimsbüttel like usual. The Galao was delicious and the natas do Ceu first! The fish shop in the entire city looks like him. And in the Mügge Kampstraße has a nice Lebanese still in my time reading a cozy cafe packed with delicious cake, but probably after a careful market study and a sober weighing all the risks. He is still successful. There

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My homesickness is overcome in Williamsburg and I have settled in wonderfully. I enjoy my view from the bedroom of Manhattan and the feeling of living by the sea. If I am to the subway, walk the seagulls flying over my head.

Williamsburg is like the hill district, at least as far as the look of the people. I'm always just waiting for that someone anpfeift me that I should go back to Eppendorf, as once happened to me there. Otherwise, it's the burgers with the Williams Hippsein something more serious - they all have either a skateboard under your feet or a violin case under his arm. And not just for decoration.

On Saturday Jeanette wanted to go in, and I dance salsa. Somehow but we arc from wrong, and let us Bartender A (actually a photographer) to the "Künstlerloftparty" Bartender of B (actually a "painter") tow. Unfortunately, the painting of Bartender B was to my liking something to be desired. Moreover, it turned out to be so drunk that I did during our dance will not only had to - which I admittedly quite like doing - but in principle solely responsible for was that he stayed in the vertical. That was me then but a little too much. Said I was better still, as of yet much betrunkenere Young Man at the bar, the murders of the RAF as a necessary act of violence against capitalism classify, but neither knew nor Joschka Fischer Ulrike Meinhof, which it easily as a non-member of the RAF at the time, succeeds to do with its street battles from the youth in the New York Times. Its content covers the way the RAF sympathizer of communist American government - as a history teacher. And does anyone of you now an idea of what I'm worried about American children?

N. I recently sat apart at lunch, that the Germans with their war and their persecution of the Jews apart from all others while destroying their own academic base completely, but would have catapulted the American far forward. In other words, Had the war not been President, Nadiri would visit me now and I need to have right at home. Did you know that Fritz Machlup not just so good looking was that he was always a bunch of women duke behind them (even at eighty), but also such a devoted economist that he jumped up regularly at parties at eleven clock to attend university and to drive out further research? Consequently, he is at a conference dropped dead when he was just asked a question. Even Oskar Morgenstern shone at NYU not only with the expected utility theory but also with beauty and Austrian charm. N. describes the two as a German, but I have my Aunt and uncle's sake, correct the readers of my bulletins are very strict.

's see, I meet this evening, Lucas. Meanwhile I have bought real coffee, that is, if I we meet, I can not sleep anymore. What else can I find every morning a note from him. The day before yesterday he had cooked. Because I do from time to time venture, a dirty dish mitabzuspülen for him, he has hung a notice on the dishes:

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dark pine forests - the civil society of S.

had led us into the town of S. this a harmless Sunday outings, which one morning in Berlin S-Bahn begins to consume completely carried his daily ration of sandwiches shortly after boarding. It was the end point of a romantic journey through renovated spotless, though almost uninhabited villages through dark pine forests and wide, with fringed poppy fields. Only rarely did the Brandenburg sand makes this the progress, but the bike paths in this area have generally the EU's regional aid thank Bundestraße quality. As we

just wanted to drink before the planned visit to the picturesque town of force as our well-earned mineral developed at the other end of the marketplace turmoil. Probably a different drug roused man with very short blonde hair yelled to a dark-haired man, beating him and turn his car. One middle-aged woman who tried to mediate, he paid no attention. Or is it because, as she reported later, she too was not spared from his blows. For reasons difficult to understand the dark-haired man tried to defend himself with his lack of ability to pay and pointed it at his unemployment.

Citizens of S. switched rapidly from its television and gathered at the roadside and at their open windows to marvel at when they are not in the adjacent beer garden in the privileged situation were, at the same time follow the event and the European Championship match against Italy to Spain. Our attempts to ascertain whether someone had called the police did not lead far. Most do not respond to inquiries. An elderly gentleman asked me to two men who beat up this boy is yet to leave them alone until they no woman would do something. I wondered whether the Brandenburg wanted to prepare for the adoption of a Mediterranean-patriarchal mindset of the olive groves and sunny coastline, which will bring climate change may soon in the House, and looked at it with concern the blood that now both fighters from the mouth flowed.

While I still indulged in such reflections, the treasure had long been called by the police S. and marched resolutely to the gaffer in his prime to it like a specific police instructions to de-escalate violence to appeal and ask for help. Now the citizens of San whistles, but on such instructions. They prefer to stand amazed. Only the massive security guard before the bank finally settled at the third attempt to convince them to help. He even succeeded, the attacker with an impressive Gorilla Pose temporarily to get them to desist from his victim. But soon, he roared back like an animal, struck and entered the dark-haired and the accused given the futility of their own de-escalation trials now despondent woman who turned out to be his mother-in-law, the betrayal of the family's honor. I rejected the olive groves. Instead, appeared rough, Kurdish villages and sinister village elder with furrowed faces in my mind while I was getting desperate by a fitter onlookers ran to the next so they increasingly shrill and yet unchanged fruitless to ask for it without the long gawky glasses muscle training and combat experience to help pacify their neighbors. It did not help that I rattled the bars of the beer garden fence - who is already a place , on which he can see the same without football fouls and violence.

Finally, I threw myself into a panic about my treasure into the fray - the attack dog of the attacker had been clearly proved as decrepit and toothless. This caused the attacker to calm down temporarily to take my hand and me to protest his violence against women. I decided once and for Kurdistan. While I innner for tactful ways investigated in-law in search of a more peaceful and more modern son-in-line dating forum to suggest for your daughter, I ran outside in panic growing. The treasurer had apparently no other way out seen as the by now raging attackers to bring down. After all missed my shrill cries, but you should not neglect the visual aid of my friend and the risks involved in the fray entirely, their effect is not quite. When opened, the attacker with his head on the floor, he made not by the knife use, which he had fallen from his pocket, but urged the Treasury to let it go, because his girlfriend was scared. The man was still on the knees, until the police arrived. Even today, my chest swells with pride when I think of that heroism!

The arrival of the police I used to waste the citizens of S. insulting to ask them to be ashamed of, and raise the question of whether they stare even if a woman is raped in their marketplace. Probably they are more likely to rear. The treasure I was just able to stop them, take them for the occasion, loud ponder the political attitude of the East German population. That would not have been fair, after all, were the mother and the guard have been brave, but perhaps the latter more likely because of their profession. The yield is a thin, but it's nothing.

the Railway Station of S. We finally had to realize that the light skin and the local origin of the local youth apparently does not help to speak German better than some Neuköllner to their abilities and opportunities I worry sometimes in the Berlin U-Bahn. We drove very sad homecoming and asked us how to build with such people a decent civil society. Probably retrain from scratch, but how do you start it?

Hans has now added to concerns that neither the time nor the people have become worse. On the contrary, the inhabitants of his village in western Germany in the seventies did not even need alcohol to commit brutal acts of violence. Also I do if I am honest, to desert battles between Nazis and their opponents on the youth and shooting I remember West German home town. But this may indeed the situation in East Germany and today's time to put in perspective, a true comfort is not. I would rather try to console, which would have helped Berlin - every single one, for sure.

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Williamsburg and homesick

email from New York, January 2001

Today I write to you as the proud owner of a new home, a new roommate and a new haircut. As you can imagine, is in the last week once again a lot happening ...

My friend Frank, the barber from Hell's Kitchen, had to tweak a model for his education. For this he had chosen me. As Frank, Arnold and her friends treat me in the Tenth Avenue Lounge always like a princess, I buy every drink to accompany me to the third home, and while Frank runs continuously through my hair and eccentric calls "you're beaueaueaueautiful" can I cut off the man not a request. 'm All only a woman. It so happened, then, that I stalked last week in the Uptown Vidal Sassoon Salon on Fifth Avenue with a black tarp on the floor glued catwalk and posed as my name was Claudia Schiffer, and had never done in my life something else . It reminds me of the way, that we still have to laugh at Curzio, the Frank once asked whether at Vidal Sassoon and can eat anything, because he had complained recently that he must serve the whole day (which of course I am not saying this is that Tim me twice in quick succession only from Küchenschwämmchen and then Hilfinger the floor in Macy's told, and then I - unfortunately loud - concluded that Hilfinger produces kitchen appliances).

But the devil is in the detail, and with our negotiations, I look exactly like the new haircut, we talked the whole salon. I must say that I enjoy hairdressing after seven months now without long and flowing hair, which I wanted to give up under any circumstances. We could We finally agree that Frank could at least expose my face. But the other hairdressers did during the entire procedure, a fun fact to face next to us, beat up his hands over his head and shout "Oh God, You have it cut a bald head!".

tougher still, my negotiations with Roberto, the colorists of Chile, who wanted to dye my blond. But Bernd and Nina have forbidden me fair, and besides, I do not want to have to re-dyeing hair every two weeks approaches. In our fight had finally turn the Chefkolorist who fought for luck on my side and found that there is a red washable Biofarben would do well. Nevertheless, I tried to Roberto so shocking that it goodbye, "I see you on Wednesday for blond highlights," said. That he then my forehead like a little mitfärbte, he apologized that I had it as rushed.

invited by the hairdresser Frank Soirée I have a drink, for I am more than satisfied with the result. Then I picked up my bags with Yvonne, and drove to Williamsburg, where I could take an hour later, Lucas reception, which came back from the waiters. We drank together a welcome coffee substitute, he showed me photos of his friends from Buenos Aires and invited me to Argentina. I thought it was less reassuring, giving us two Marineros without Capitan called - apparently he does not even know where he has to go wash in Williamsburg without Luli. But after I settled Vladimir and the mouse, I count dealing with good-looking, but helpless southern roommates to my pleasant tasks.

Lucas is very warm and considerate, and he also has a blessed sleep. This is very important, because he lives at night while I live during the day. If we do not meet by chance at two in the drink ersatz coffee, then I see him only in the morning, when it breaks on the sofa while I eat my cereal. Nevertheless, the apartment in Williamsburg progress compared to Hell's Kitchen, because we have a separate bathroom and a door between his room and mine. The bathroom is also our phone booth. When Lucas comes home from work and I sleep on, he takes his chocolate and his cigarette and sits down for an hour on the toilet lid to the phone with his brother in Buenos Aires.

So that I can also feel at home wants, he make me a little space on the refrigerator door, where all depends "fotos de carino. This brings me a little bit under pressure to act because the Argentines have apparently a completely different relationship to their bodies. Luli posing on each photo with a different hair color, in the Bustier with her friends exchanged or wildgeschminkt with phony hair hochtopierten kisses with another glutäugigen beauty. On the toaster sticks a topless photo of her sister - neckischerweise are the nipples taped with colorful stars. Carina has given me photos of the burgers but unfortunately you are attracted to all and I'm afraid that the Argentines believe then, I would not dear to you. Can you send me all over again a nude photo? But

photo or not, I just murderous homesick! I do not want tomorrow to the Chinese New Year parade, I will go to Carina for breakfast, and not rise from my chair, Bernd up at ten in the evening to the Koreans is to get a snack, and then opens one of his good bottles of wine. I want to go to Nina on Sunday in the Old Country bike, and I would like to receive emails from Ina, which is that they screech goats with us again one wants to go drinking. I want Susan to spend the neighborhood a bottle of champagne and then bounces the bill, and I would sit next to Stefan in the evening dining hall when he drinks his coffee without making even arranged to take the hand of the cup. I would like Uta comes an hour early at half their household to my party, and is ever the beer bottles into the shower because I do not go it alone again hammer out, and Maik is absent without excuse for five days from work, because the affairs of the heart, which he had to settle in Spain were too urgent to be informed now also the head of the reason for his absence. Birgit will show up with their own vans and Peugeot-bedding in Eimsbüttel the night before she goes to grandma to Husum, and I want to eat red sauce with Peter and go to Mark after work a snap. My parents want to invite me to a Finkenwerder plaice with bacon to Teufelsbrück after we have fought so long, whether we would go for a walk in the Lüneburg Heath and the Alster, do until it's time to go back to jump. Nicola to tell me in the hair-raising solo stories of her colleague, Schlatter and Saturday I will go with Kiki and Oliver have breakfast in the hill, but the Torfköpfe're moved to Frankfurt ... Then I will eat with Nick in Karoviertel cake with Astra.

In my pain I was yesterday in my new Pusch pub for a beer, and since New York is little known, I met by chance Yvonne and her friend Sabine, a graphic designer from Winterbourne, who works for an indefinite time in New York. She cried the last two days only because it has such a longing. At first I felt I understood, but then I wondered how to get homesick as Osthamburgerin can. Nina?

Probably because you did not know better ...