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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