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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