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Brisbane screams and Berlin roars. Can that be what it is. I ask what do you notice and he says, It's noisy. Brisbane is noisy and Berlin is loud. My anxiety for formulations. Can there ...read more
The guy before me loaded five litre bottles of milk onto the counter at the BioMarkt, the organic store. I said, You know, it might be cheaper to buy a cow. He said, Well, we ...read more
A man who loves to cook but cannot bake is so good for a girl's convenience and ego. Years ago I lived with a guy who thought "hundreds of thousands" were called "thousands of millions" ...read more
A confluence of kindness in the Sunday cafe this morning. People were slouched about, eating their brunch. A series of wan songwriters entertained us from the speakers. When we first walked in a classical guitarist ...read more
Crossing the park I passed the usual gatherings of African men standing about under trees, whiling away the hours until someone comes to buy some drugs off them. Sometimes they sidle up and say, "Alles ...read more
I wonder at the charmingly gap-toothed Engrish on the front of the chopsticks packet. Wonder hardens to wryness when I turn the packet over and see the flawless instructions on the back which show diners ...read more
Two swains drifting like white roses on the dark canal. My Berliner swain calls them swains and I never correct him. Similarly I refrained for reasons of selfish enjoyment from pointing out to an earlier, ...read more
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The last time I was at the airport I watched a band of six merry hipsters in beards (boys) and ballet flats (girls) and narrow cuffed jeans stop at the boarding gate to take a ...read more
So the skies are white, the rooves are grey, the buildings brown and cream... the either dreary or soothing winter pallet of Germany is restful to the imagination. In every cafe, candles flicker. Little pots ...read more