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 ...
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