email from New York, Christmas 2000
Ok, once all the good news ... then the bad ...
Christmas with Ira was terrific. A few readers (including themselves) the message did not get their love of order in the wrong way. We got along splendidly, but we also like the odd joke about their "Else attack" allowed and the fact that during their stay, each piece of furniture was converted to short-term dressing. Never mind that Schminkerei has paid one hundred percent. On our nightly grazing tours through the city we enjoyed in the men always very popular. In our salsa night reached such proportions so that we suffer both now under heavy airs and graces: Two from the army of twenty years of Latin Americans who had the whole evening torn about us spending their last allowance drinks, to dance with us and some more (we saw, unfortunately, unable to meet all needs ), were in a desperate attempt not to lose sight of us, her quite a few yards behind our taxi ... If Ira now sometimes stole into the university comes and weighs a little over the top of the hips when she walks into the cafeteria, You may not surprise you. I surprise my colleagues here with similar behavior.
Christmas we have my colleague Dan Federico and cooks, their German friends stayed at home. Federico wanted to go after dinner in the twelve-Clock Fair. Enforced has instead Ira's marching orders: "I think we should go to a bar and get hammered." So we are to "Rudy's" gone, my favorite bar around the corner, where the doorman greeted me by now with a handshake. It is a dark, Irish-looking tavern with a terrific jukebox. Sybil and I were once so happy about the music we had selected, that we started a little dance. Her you can not imagine how fast was the capo on the plan and excitedly exclaimed, "You guys can not dance here, I do not have a dancing license ..." At first we thought that was the best joke that we had heard a long time. Later we found out that Rudy (Giuliani, I mean) "Rudy's" would abknöpfen actually $ 5000, he admitted that his guests dancing without permission. Zero tolerance is just zero tolerance. Since then I lead a full on leaving the bar on the doorstep are two provocative dance steps. Rudy from "Rudy's" and I can see that both as this is the right answer to an overly conservative politics.
Christmas Eve was by Rudy "Rudy's" but all five times straight and did not intervene when I was with our lovely Indian statistics professor, whom we met again in the bar had, at three still put on a whirlwind sole on the floor. The Indian euphoria was easy because he had recently discussed with the Ira Pascal's proof of God, and could be Ellen, that they easily "hammered" can cope without objection at any time day or night, any complex mathematical topic. She is now Bramahnin ...
Sylvester was also a success. Tino and Miriam came from Freiburg, Moni and Daniel from various corners of the United States, traveled to the millennium here. While all the tourists at minus ten degrees in Times Square looked the freezing to death in the eye, we are well gone to Brooklyn, in a restaurant with views of the skyline, lobster, mussels, Filet Mignon and the like, all the drinks and the band included for a song, at least for New York standards. We had with a dozen attractive Indian women who contributed significantly to the good mood. The dancing has pleased me so well that I took in me on a dispute with the bandleader, as he tried to resign three clock work on the grounds that he was no longer paid. The dispute ended with him repeatedly held up with increasing violence, an early New Year's end is unthinkable in Hamburg, after which he finally threw a dirty napkin for me and disappeared into the kitchen. The next day, Miriam confessed that she had with regard to my use of alcohol apologized to him. It was only then I remembered that I might have been better with the restaurant owners to fight. I did not know where that was.
At 31 time I received the news of Nino, my landlord, who is currently in Bulgaria pushes her medical studies, that the landlord had taken note of the illegal sublet, and calls for a resolution of the lease. And even though I had told it all, I was the niece of Vladmir, Nino's uncle. Apparently, Curzio and I go but not as readily as by Georgians.
Since then, with my living situation gone steeply downhill. The tenant below me listens rise to so much loud music every night that I was yesterday about to Tino and Miriam in the visitors crack. But then I just decided on the sofa next to the two. The highlight was last night. As the neighbor, as usual, I woke early for three clock after she came home from work, I discovered in my humble going to the toilet, that there a mouse its worst. The other day I was still making fun of Frank and Arnold. Last night you had me once to see how I shot with his pants down and a little scream like an arrow from the toilet.
After the first terror was over, I blossomed to me but then Heroine, put on my moon boots and urged relentless armed with a frying pan into the toilet. The mouse took so wild in the area that they would probably already have a case for the psychiatrist, she would have survived our battle for the territory. Has it not. After this traumatic experience I had to find yet that is directly next to my air mattress, a mouse-hole. I stuffed this time being with the foam, which I had recently insulated our windows, because no one needs to believe that one finds in the most developed country in the world standard dual-glazed insulated windows in the apartments. In the winter you have to hand plug all the holes and glue plan before the windows, not to freeze to death.
After not sleep until six clock excitement about my heroism could come at nine of the clock call from Nino that Uncle Vadimir to 15 the apartment was evacuated. And whether you believe it or not, I'm glad. Curzio is based in Switzerland, claiming that he can not get a return flight, but now I do not care. Somewhere I find a room for the emergency permit me Frank and Arnold turn over my air mattress with them. They are pleased with girls visit she said. Then we can always hunt mice in a threesome.
My father just called me to inform me that he me in the Saupark Hunter examination had registered.
On 30 was an article about the tenants living in New York City in the New York Times. In it the author described how she was living illegally as a young student in the East Village sublet and the landlord always rattled at the door and shouted: "I know that Janice does not live here." Even mice can tell a story here, everyone. Just tell me Helios, my Venetian colleague, who annoys still a little bit about the fact that he competition Who--has lost more bridge-Venice-or-Hamburg, he had a mouse in the office, and it was all very harmless.
Did I mention that I did not care, put any adventure that there is to experience in New York to experience personally? If at the time any personal emails come, forgive me, I'm looking for a home ..
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