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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.

When Nina and Philip would not be in Eimsbüttel, I would seriously consider me now to move to Hamburg-William Castle ...

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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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email from New York, February 2001

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.