Money And Females Poems

Discover your neighborhood - Fact and Fiction

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

the whole chaotic, creative, entrepreneurial, optimistic rest are not there.

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email from New York, February 2001

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:

"prohibited sinks - I will do that!"

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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 ...