email from New York, January 2001
Today is Martin Luther King Day and so it is not very politically correct to work, but I still secretly sneaked into the office. I am staying at present with a friend, who lives five minutes away from campus. On the way I am able to the magical appeal of my writing not to withdraw.
The apartment we have handed over to Uncle Vladimir, and next to the check for the bulk of last month's rent, which I've fought through peppered emails, we began to supply an additional more kisses, hugs and protestations of innocence by Vladimir and Marina.
The penultimate weekend was very interesting. On Saturday cooked Helena and Hans potato casserole for me to get me hinwegzutrösten about my precarious situation, which I immediately took the occasion to their friend Jonathan half the night right across the East Village to haul to one of my infamous birthday parties with lesbian women to celebrate Israel. The whole thing happened, in disregard of the fact that Jonathan spent the night before to six clock had and had to spend the next day at the office. But what does not kill us makes it hard. Anyway, I was the heroine of the evening combined with my mouse and residential history and in all my misery I've enjoyed it very much. Sunday I conducted a phone then a marathon while getting to know all sorts of interesting people.
first I was with Amanda in the East Village. She lives in a three-room apartment with an impressive collection of kitsch. They had already rented a room to a young student. They wanted me to bring in her bedroom, and then himself in the living room to sleep on the couch. Of these, the young man knew nothing, but it was indeed her apartment, she said. The All should then cost only $ 1,000 a month.
When we with the dates (and the rest elsewhere) could not agree, she called her friend Gianni. He is an Italian film producer and lives on the Upper East Side. There currently seem to run his business so well. He also wanted his bedroom for $ 1,000 rent and put yourself on an air mattress in the hallway. A second room, he has not, and certainly not a stove. Amanda had even warned me strongly not to fall in love with him. He was "extremely good-looking" and a real "womanizer". Also in that respect I found it rather disappointing.
evening I managed to finally reach Luli, the rents in Williamsburg, Brooklyn's new cultural district, a shared flat, while driving for two months in their home. Both the external appearance of the dwelling and that of her roommate and school friend, Lucas prompted me to eat in this house get it immediately. Moni, David and Tim will be pleased to hear that the apartment next to the "Fernicola" is where we celebrated New Year's Eve. In other words, I have from my bedroom a look at the skyline of Manhattan each evening and can eat lobster and oysters.
Luli is from Buenos Aires, and learn in New York singing and hip-hop dancing, because she wants to be a pop star. That is to her mother do not really fit, because it has a women's clothing chain in Argentina, and I want that Luli works just as her sister with the mother company. The Luli will again not because they do not like to do business.
We are wonderful. Especially when we met the second time to set up a small sub-lease, we worked all the details of our lives together. This whole Untermietsvertragssache and the deposit on my part was the brainchild of Lucas, so make sure the two can, that I really feeding on them. Luli showed me coming in the hand-written lease, I agreed immediately, we have one to two hours For chattering sat down, and all agreed that we were quite lucky to have found us. In the end I wrote her a check and they made me a receipt that reads, but not what I paid her $ 200. Luli was then very proud, said she now felt like a true businesswoman and her mom had to tell that immediately.
I hope it has been waiting a bit, because on the way to the subway, I noticed that none of us had signed the contract. However, if all goes well yet, and I on 24 'm moving to Brooklyn, my rent is lower, increased significantly and the quality of my apartment my roommate even more beautiful become.
Curzio as always stirred a finger, but has now moved in with his first Ticino-Mafia, and awakens everywhere maternal instincts. On Saturday I met him by chance at the South Street Seaport, in the wake of a lovely Japanese woman who organized it appeared to be the accommodation. We're both very sad to leave Hell's Kitchen, but we have promised ourselves to regularly eat at Salvatore pizza and drink beer at Rudy's.
the most serious casualty of our move very nearly our old friend and become Gerzenseekollege Conrad Filippi, who had calculated on the weekend of our expulsion interviews in New York, on Saturday and really happy would be moved from the Marriott to us. After we had danced all night Friday, the swing, I ordered that he should give us a call on Saturday at half past one in the apartment to find out the number of Jeanette. Sorry, I meant half past one, and when he called at half past one was, of course, none of us there. I said already, seeing him before, but Manhattan is so small, and so I met him in the evening but still at random again, as if to pick up his bags at the hotel, so we have the odd drink in the East Village to us could take.
If all this is not a blessing in disguise ...
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