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.
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