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Day 3: Tuesday. Search for Svenjarusalem


Tuesday I wake up very early, and the air is the only thing that is set to swipe, is my head. It blows the mind through it as words on a car just like a highway, the site Svenja, so they slow down to forty mph and honk and ask when it will go for back in normal speed.

I wonder what an absurd day the past. It would be nothing more than a lie, want to make my own way, I could now go on like this, me every Days deflect such articles. The whole thing needs a solution. A development.

An advertising jingle fades into my ears.
"Lucky at cards, unlucky in love."
I can not believe it. What is wrong with me?
This dark truth, no, we say a dark prophecy hanging over my head like a sword of Damocles. No. No sword of Damocles. That would be a dramatic exaggeration of an eight-year-old high school graduates with history-credit course.
It is rather a dripping Nutella bread knife.
"dripping Nutella bread knife".
Yes. I grin. This is the right way.

I should think less and less cloudy hall bubbles.
time to time, my mother called me and after a few minutes is the same question, because if would have lost his way a permanent lady in my life.
"lost". How careful they formulated the now.
I always tell her then that the times have changed, say things like "In the disco is war" or "That's not what they used to."
We now have all the freedoms and can not handle it.

But yes. There is really war. It gives you no what. Why should I sit around here and wait for a gift? I should treat it like Ernst Roehm, who was never there, where the war has been expecting him. Doofes Example, morally wrong, he was a Nazi. But perhaps war is also formulated to crass. Rather, it is
a game. Not so chauvinistic meant that the woman is the price. No, we play all about finding us. The price is then good luck.

My mother always says on the phone then it is not worth having to worry so much reason to complain or because the fate that could affect you and everything is somehow not at you.
include a two-game ever. Right. But it is statistically proven that the chance of winning the lottery is higher when you turn a lottery ticket than if you sit at home and think "I win so do not always".
Want to find someone
you to go back to the beginning.
I grab a few bottles. This is argument enough to go to the Department Mart.
walk. Twenty-two minutes through the morning sun.

It runs very nice, in the haste and decisiveness in the wild with my neck, I completely forgot, I stow music. The soundtrack to this moment are the birds that rumkrakeelen and school children on the way, skipping the obvious and over the last episode of Pokemon or so entertained. Reminds me of the joke "Your Mudder throw a tomato on the floor and screams lot Pickachu." Tragically, that I understand the joke at all.

I think of him and laugh out loud. The children turn to me.
One of them, a boy comes up to me. It must be about twelve. He looks at me with a high and bright, slightly husky voice, he says, "Do you play Pokemon?" They
. For these children, I am an adult, an old man. This is fascinating. I never feel myself as an adult. If at some point so far that one can say of himself? When I think of adult humans, I have a photo of Sir Michael Caine in mind. Can determine the claim. I would not ask him "Do you play Pokemon?". What is even a question?

"must you are not in school? "I ask dry.
"Do not you work?" He replies. Touché. Its small, rounded and jam-stained face was not at all the impression that there would be such a reaction sponanten enabled. That can only be this busy, garish, Japanese cartoon world have caused. Precocious, if you consider that even Heidi and Maya the Bee, Japanese animated series. And to He-Man, there were always thick in the face.

I show my student ID and say I came from the Government and should collect all the children and the home run that go immediately to school, when I tell them. I look serious, while the fat little boy goes to his friends over, they all put their heads together conspiratorially and discuss the seriousness of the situation. I am the seriousness of the situation.
After one minutes the companions stand together in a whisper, her chubby Redelsführer comes up to me, nods and says she would like to apologize and that they would now fast in the school and ask that I do it again an exception.
I agree gracious.

They quickly run off with their knapsacks and chunky I move on.

A girl who has been following the whole situation obviously can not stop and says loudly, "You're a quite cool, eh? `"
"Please?".
"Yes, kidding the kid. You've probably never used to do blue. "
" But sure, but I would not have fallen for the trick with the student ID card. "
" Aha. Ich finds NEN bit poor. "
" You have no hobbies or why you shitting me stupid now out of the corner? "
" I just wanted to say. "
" You would indeed help the children instead of standing around and can, or? What I've done worse? Who are now going to school and learn something, because you can but have no problem with. Miss correctness. "
" Oh know ... "
" Yes, of course, I know! Or what you're telling me? "I
Fauche gradually and feel how my heart rate rises, because I feel like they get verbally fold up so that I can put it in a shopping cart instead of a one-euro coin.
but she stirred.
"Yes, Yes, yes ok."
And now she is again.

Typical. Stand around and look at this calmly and tell me afterwards like I was bad. Instead of waiting to do something at first, whether there is a reason to complain properly.

I arrive on the market purchase and there it is relatively quiet and empty. As cozy that's so early in the day somewhat emulate. I feel absolutely vital.
After I fed the machine with bottles, I go and go strolling through the shelves begin to whisper "kitty, kitty. Where is Sven? Kitty. Kitty. "
It does not help really, except that a green vest Regaleinräumer asks me if I would go as well. I respond fervently that this is of course the case and that he as well was fine and that I would not go so well, if I had to admit so early in the day in a green vest shelves and that I admire find that despite everything he still has his head so freely about his Others, to take care of its customers.

proves my green hero in the morning to be smart and responds with a grin
"We are indeed not in the grocery store."
"HaHa" I laugh like an old man playing with his retired colleagues for Boules meets on the clay court and just learned that one should start more quickly, since the gentlemen present so young not to come together.

I go further and in a slight twist I capture still, as the shelf hero shows me the bird.
"you also have a nice morning," I shout in my back.
"Likewise," he spun like a whipping Steinflitsche back.

Sometime I get banned from here, so I should soon find Sven.
I arrive in the produce department, but she's not there.
I go up and down and up and down. An elderly gentleman with a white coat, which moves with a fork elevators, a stack of juice packets from A to B then stops and asks if I'm looking for something specific.
"Sven," I say.
"Ehm, please?" He replies.
I nod, trying a smile, "No, I'm waiting for a friend, we wanted to meet here."
"Can I help them somehow else?"
"I can manage."
"Wonderful."
"Wonderful."
We wanted to meet us here. It would be nice.
But no. You will not come. It would be too easy, I think.
leave the supermarket and the service desk and forget to turn my coupons in hard money.

I turn before the other side of the market in the road that leads not go home, but in the pedestrian zone. I could enjoy some ice cream, I decide.
A look at the clock. Ten Clock.
"Ok, then ... but no ice coffee!"
coffee! Yes. I need a reason for everything. Again, I've found one.

I walk past some bakeries. Yes, how good it smells in the morning when there is still something fresh from the oven. I really should get up a few times before.
I arrive in the pedestrian zone and drives me straight to my pace to a bookstore. flay First time and look through shelves, so my plan.
Once I have achieved my personal low point, the best-seller list, I take a current mirror output, Credit Card wonder briefly whether I should still have to pack as a gift to myself. The seller, not the special effect himself well read, that she works in a bookstore chain, but have to pay because of my desire, by card, so tired of me I her Packing spare ... or, I will spare you having to deny me this small request.

alone sit there without anything to have this reading is not very refreshing, because you can disguise themselves so well, while watching the people, when you read.
Once in the café I should be happy because there are really more than enough people that I can observe about my journal edge of time.

am particularly impressed me from an older lady, three tables, right by me. She has curly, purple and white hair, an iguana and neck and she wears a turquoise Plastiktrenchcoat. Whether I am the only one who noticed? She was when she was young fully determined the Stylerin. A Grande Dame, I would think, how could you sit around so much for granted in such a fucked up outfit and as serious to the right and left views, while one of their own, whispering? Maybe I'm
in a Stanley Kubrick film and I have noticed it yet?
Unbelievable. I would like to go to her and tell her that everything was fine and she is the coolest, hippest and casual elderly lady I know and it is tragic that women like Inge Meyel and Brigitte Mira gebauchpinselt always been in the media while they were here battling away from the camera with her sense of style and disclaiming against the gnawing effects of fading

One hand lies on my table. I sort my thoughts, just want to go back a purchase order, as it speaks
"Hello, Torben"
surprise jump in my view. It is. Svenja.
"Hey, you!", It messes up out of me.
"Well, what are you doing here?"
"Sit down, then I tell it to you."
She sits down.
"From the back or front, the story?"
"Wow, a story ... what you mean."
"I myself thought today tomorrow simply that it would be funny if I went into the produce department and you were there too .
"Oh."
"Yes, but you have not been there. And because it is so nice outside, I thought I'm going to drink a coffee. I tell it as I was trying to lure them with my Mizemiezlockrufen, but just a market purchase staff provided follow my call.
"It's kind of ... sweet"
"Yes, but betrays not eat more."
you her finger before her lips and makes a "Hush".
"have a coffee with me, Mad ... Mademoiselle?"
"But con grande plesoro"
The waiter takes pity and even takes our order.
"I will pay you directly, we might do the same even further. "
" Of course, "he says, as he had never experienced anything else.
"Separated or ..."
"Together", I say, before it even Sven can only react and lay it out appropriately.
"Thank you ...".
"Oh, you paid the muffins, everything evens out again," I wink at her, even if that is not true with the muffins, but that's not the point. It's not always about whether you want to stand out as the stronger or better, it is a demonstration of affection.

"And were you very sad that I was not there?"
"Yes, I also cried a little."
"Oah! Is it? "
" Yes, but then a coworker came and comforted me. "
" That's nice, yes. "
" But the next time you're better again. "
"I promise. And, you've seen something else today? "
" Yes, I have children saved from the dumbing down and they clearly shows that clear with a high school education is an advantage. "
" Oho, the fine gentleman. How's that? "
" I have led them to go to school. By pure intellectual superiority. "
I point to my forehead. "Because you have to have it!"
"And the age difference has of course played no role, is not it? ".
She laughs. Sweet.
"Noooo, of course not. They were very cunning little children. Age, severally swear. "

We talk extensively to take off again on her yesterday, and about their desire and how annoying they found their roommates. I tell her about my Monday night games and that I won for the first time the settlers. She likes settlers and I conceal that I do not like. The passage to Martha is also trimmed some details.

"Hey, tomorrow you ... what are you doing?", She asks I eventually stands up and looks at her clock. You have to go home.
"morning ?..." I say slowly and pretend to wonder ... why? What's there? "
" I'm home alone and maybe you can even go out later. Dance. "
" Does not sound bad. "
" You can come by so when you want. "
is because they have other guests here?
` Will he be there? We talked about it not at all. I do this? Is there something to clarify? If you take it easy?
"When is it OK for you? Tell me a serial number? "
" I'm concerned also all day, hehe. At seven? "
seven. This is a long time before it then goes on dancing.
"Then we have enough time and not have to keep rushing the same. I also have vodka there, you could perhaps bring some juice? Is that ok? "
" Hmm. Vodka. Yes, that's ok. "
This is yet again very smooth. And yet, there is still an edge at the table, her name is Tom. What should I do?
Hmm. It rings in my head. It is my mother. I tell her that there is war in the disco. Well. War is put to crass. This is a game. And it gives you no what. And if you want to win the lottery, you must advance to Filliale.
"Ok settled."
"Fine," she says and writes me her number on a piece of paper.
I grin. "Like Sunday," I say.
"The saying that the gorilla was not so nice. You know, it is not so ... "
" .. Not the way I think? "
" Yes ... "
" ... Well is it here to us or to him? "No idea where this saying has again made it onto my tongue way here. Sometimes I seem to have a Suffleuse, as in Amélie.
"Yes, exactly ..."
I'm not sure if we should leave everything unsaid. But who knows what she plans as tomorrow. My thoughts are dirty.
Fuck Tom, at least for the moment. It is summer.
"See you tomorrow, you must tell me your address"
"Oh, right."
you scribbled my address on the note under her mobile phone number.
"and sign up if something is" out she hesitates.
"I will not. I'll be there. "
" Me too. You know, I must go now, unfortunately. I'm looking at you, Torben. "You give me a kiss on the cheek, turns and strolls the midday sun.
"Yes ..." I say, must be smiling. It is summer.
The board is set up. Now have to move the figures.

Procedure For Invited Guests

Day 2: You should not play if you are looking for happiness with the girls. Or?

Monday.
I'm not sure what it was, but I consider myself brave
I do not think all the time to Sven, I do not look every five minutes on my phone, waiting to emerge as a text message or phone call could.
Mars has invited a number of friends and we sit together with us for 13 clock in the kitchen, play Yahtzee Bohnanza and other stuff.
There is much nibbled, smoked and against sixteen clock is the first bottle of beer opened.

I'm glad about all the distractions and try to hide that fact, while the other has the third meal taking.
screened Suddenly Anja me critically.
"Say, Torben, you eat anything today?"
"How?"
"Na. What is meant by the question so difficult? "
" I do not know, I've eaten anything yet today? "
" No. "
" Have you co-wrote about? "
" Yes. "Very cheeky.
"Then I should rather ask you, why are you so interested in my eating habits."
"not driving off!"
It is a bit annoying, I have no idea why is not me after eating, it's me too stupid think about it, let alone to talk with her about it.

reluctantly I take a dish from the oven, tilting into Choco Pops, Kramer cold milk from the refrigerator, pour it loud and demonstrative about it, I wash off a spoon, sit down at the table and smacked his lips at Anja.
"Satisfaction?"
She nods at first but then it affects them yet, and she begins to shake his head vigorously as she could thus drive out the idiocy of me.
"Tell me, does it taste?" Hissed at last.
"Of course! You saved me so right before his death from starvation! "
" You hear there! "
" Of course you can hear it, otherwise you would say later, I would not ... right? "
" Child's Head! "
" mother complex Erin! "

" hear now, but on time "to drive us in the other the edge and I start laughing because it's an absolutely absurd image to be the way we sitting there playing and I are arguing smacking children's cereals cram into me.
We're going to play Settlers and I really want to say goodbye already, as settlers is such a dreary and lengthy game in which clearly the merits of the field distribution is who will win. But as luck would have it, It rings at the door before I can announce my resignation from the game night and there are two pretty young ladies in the kitchen, imagine themselves as Anya's friends.

ado comes over me but I desire to continue playing. One of them is
Helen is twenty-three and Sports Anglistik studied to become a teacher. Helen is small, has brown hair, a cheeky little braids, really beautiful, green-brown eyes and an androgynous figure with small breasts. She wears glasses. They did a pretty face, it has something cheeky, perhaps it is the easy rigor in their view, the results with the saucy nose together for something special. Even as they entered the room I noticed about her tight-fitting jeans. She seems a bit conservative but intelligent, an almost upper-class cunning surrounds them. This also has its appeal. I should know them but no closer.

The other friend's name is Martha. Martha is twenty-five, about one seventy-five large, it has striking features, a long nose, her face a certain size, gives your eyes are pale blue and it has a gently bob with side parting, which sits painted her head as to her long neck, the rich in a breast Delta flows. She is wearing a red shirt with an oval collar which frees her shoulders, this slender shoulders, to a sensual contrast with the beautiful breasts, which can stretch the otherwise casual fall shirt. I find it hard not to look permanent. I learn that she studied Romance languages in the master, and that the two Anja know since school. I hear my own voice as she describes her look again and again as the representative consignment sale at the home shopping channel.

We all really one, twittering two beers and the two beauties seem to have supplied in advance with one or another sip of wine. They are talkative and giggle like school girls. It turns me on.
My initial shyness, which are characterized by an awkward silence and has expressed on-the-board rigid-flies, and I look increasingly more courageous to Martha, without blushing, and let my eyes while surreptitiously go about their breasts. You noticed this and pass it does.
"And what you do, Torben", she asks at some point.
"I play the settlers."

A stupid saying that I myself do not know from which corner of my brain it is dropped and what I wanted to give to misunderstand.
"Hey, have we already something together," she says and does not leave it out with my defiance.
"No, seriously, I am studying media studies."
"Ah, ok. Yes, I thought that, like a little bit to you ... "
" Aha ... "
" Yes, you're such a funky guy. "Funky
type. Then I would not come. And certainly not that they see in me a funky types.
"What does that mean ... funky guy?"
"Well a little bit cool, not so excessive, but I get the feeling you're more relaxed and funny."
"Ah, ok."
Is that a compliment ? I am reluctant to do read 'statements such value judgments, maybe I'm insecure or anything? Or is it the beer? What does she want to tell me? Will they tell me something? Do I want that I want to say something?

Now we are already so firmly fast. That would be me ... not Svenja Svenja! As it falls to me again and I'm still relieved that I can keep my head free of it. After all, they reported still not contacted me.

Martha decides now that she must go to the bathroom. She stands and turns and I realize that it has a nice round ass like Helen, who is on a female pelvis below narrow hips, a very feminine fit. I run the water for seconds together in the mouth, but before anyone notices how I fixed it on the ass, turn I am back to the game.
There are going well for me and when I load the third consecutive ore running in, she comes back and attacks while sitting down briefly on my shoulder. I turn and she smiles.

I see her in the eye and a small tilt is heard.
What happens here? Things could just run out of control, should I consider how to Go, but I have no chance, she immediately takes on the interview and asks me if I could it also tell a joke when I playing already so many witty sayings tear.
I'd rather put to the test, take a joke, especially for girls often not well received. A kind of defense mechanism to address all eventualities.
"What is small and red and does not fit through narrow hallways?"
She shrugs his shoulders and stares at me while questioningly.
"A baby with a spear in the head"
you bangs the table and starts to laugh loud and dirty. She snorts formally.
crap. She finds it funny. A plus point for me, a minus point for their masculine pool.
"more," she says.

I have to try it differently.
"A dog and a cow sitting in front of the TV, there comes in a sheep that runs up the wall, the wall goes down again and leaves the room. As the dog says quite angry for the cow would have him some day be able to say Hello.
She laughs again and again touching me on the shoulder.
I give up the game and tell jokes just three more over which it pours itself completely.
"With you it is certainly never boring," she says, looking for my eyes.
"That may be, but I can be very boring."
"Oh ..."
"But, but, just ask the others," I throw in the round and hope to protect aid, but the others have such a level reached cheerful that they praise me in the high notes.
I see them me closely. She is really hot, I would like to kiss and sleep with her, just like that, it seems to be really nice, a man I like it when I really got to know him, sure I would learn. Only the timing is just so damned inconvenient. And after the affair of Saturday night my misses are exhausted. I must remember me.

It can not be that we are all occasions, same time and is then thrown back into a desert of lack of opportunities. This strikes me as a screaming injustice. I see before me, as I shall offend all and end Svenja Just a little "Oh, I'm me but differently. Not at all "in the wind and I wrote the words will afterwards encountered.
"do you take me time like this?" Says Martha. Drill
your blue eyes.
"It's not that I would not like, you know ..."
"... But?"
"But, I've only just met a girl and I should ... I want to pull the thing. Ehm pull, you know what I mean? "
" Yes, "she sighs," was clear ... "
" Nee is not clear. You are really pretty and sweet. We have just caught a bad time. " I think I would now like to see how that develops with Sven.
"Well, for you is not so bad," she says, as a fall in the game throws me, I draw an event card to see me all the screaming and loud
"Torben, you win! The madness. You win but otherwise never! "
" Congratulations, "Martha says, nodding to me sober.

I have long wished for time to time to win this fucking game. Only once, and it never worked. And now. Now it fits so not in my situation. Absolutely nothing in my crane. I look at Martha. I think of Sven and a voice in me takes out this sentence, this is a quote.
I shake inside. "Not this one quote" I think.
But then it roars:
"Lucky at cards, unlucky in love."
Are not we all sometimes superstitious?

Tummy Honey Cream Or Butter

days 1/day 2: Another evening separates me from seeing Sven again. That I should make it.

I have recently read that if one believes in love, only its projected desires of others. This afternoon, I was longing.
Am I therefore to the south, home, and when I arrive Mars and Anja are in the kitchen and smoke. I try to be inconspicuous.

"Hey, do you? Where are you from? "
" From outside, "I say.
"Aha? What is the matter happened? "Asks Anja immediately with high, suggestive voice.
"Me? I've seen a little cat who has been following a ball. The whole street down. "
" Achso. "She says, a little disappointed. The excuse the cat is plausible enough to explain my grin that I can not hide.
"We want tomorrow to the lake. And grill. Sun at two clock? "
I wonder.

"Ah, no, we can not."
Not? Why not? "
" I am meeting in the city. With Lars. Yes, uh, should I fly over such a term paper with him. "
" Achso. Well, then haste probably bad luck. "
" Yes you, really sad. "
night I'll hang myself alone in front of the computer, throw a plate from The Verve and watch for hours old children's series on YouTube.
I had not remembered that the Silver Surfer was so melancholy. That makes it almost to my new favorite hero of Comciszene. I am fascinated by his dubious and receive free alternative way to himself, his people, to save his love by the evil that hovers over everything, always trying to deflect such that the catastrophe does not materialize.

Reminds me a bit to me. How do I try things weiterzulenken always make it in life goes on. Life is like a truck, which continues to fuel without easily accessible. And if you sleep too long, you land in the ditch.
I sleep restlessly that night, get up, get up early, am a little nervous about it, if I might not want to go. "Where will it all end?" I say to myself when I shave,

If we have so much in common, then perhaps it is boring because we are too similar to us. Maybe I am already too excited, too unnatural. Maybe I will just get into bed and do not notice it? Restless.
My hair do not know how I will stand, transversely and obliquely. I wash them three times and after every wash, it seems to me as it is the result even less acceptable than before. I put on my emergency cap, that's not a trick, but if they do not know me, they do not know that I wear almost never. That it is not a part of me.

Can you imagine strangers actually invent completely new? Will you do that?
As there will be three half, I start marching, go fast, a little too fast, come a slightly out of breath and then stand there in the produce department. Five minutes early.
I can not stand around five minutes in the produce department, while all walks past me. At the end, is an employee and asks me if I'm planning something.

Although I could answer "Yes", explain the situation to him perhaps, but I decide that it is absolutely nothing came on. Five minutes. Then I'll go yet, check first to see if the coconut milk is still allowed in the drinks. I would make them more likely to be Asian cooking ingredients, maybe because I only use when I cook Asian.
And indeed, there it is in the midst of the mango juice and cherry juice. The can, ugly red, one euro or fifty cents. Pretty expensive, too expensive. But I've never compared with other markets.
"You ought to stand by the vegetables," says a voice beside me.
I turn. It is. I look at my phone.

"Yes, but you're too early. Anderthab minutes, strictly speaking, we said to the three vegetable stand. "
" Naaaagut. "
pinches me in the cheek. I shrug.
"And what do we do well?" We walk
.
She shows me her favorite corner in the city. It is outside, a meadow with trees that are far apart. Without water in the vicinity. Favorite corners are mostly on the water or on particularly stunning architecture.
"Why is this your favorite place?"
"Because it seems to make absolutely no sense that the trees are as far apart. Almost human. "
That was very clever. These are the moments in which people impress me deeply. If they say something like that. So simple, so clear, so clever.
I lay hold on her cheek. Then she kissed me.
kissing can be boring if you do not fit each other. If there is no line, no affection. But as can be produced so quickly?
I do not count the hours.
"You do that often. Or? "
" What? "
" show your grove men ", ups ..." So, with the trees? "
you stood up.
"Will you now destroy the mood? "
" No, just a tit for tat for yesterday. "I poke her with your index finger in the side.
"Phew. I thought. "
standing on it.
"You're not mad now? Or? That was just a joke? "
" no. Do not worry. It's really nice to you. But I must go home. Sorry.
"Forget your shoes do not Cinderella. Otherwise I'll find you. "
" You find me Surely. "

she gave me her hand, pulls. I get up.
"So, then I will go too."
"Until the big crossing."
"Exactly. Hm is Sunday morning ... "
" I know I've also been thinking about it now. "
" Hmm. So what? "
" There is a vegetable stand on the weekly market. Such a Biostand. But you have to get up early. "
" What's soon? "
" At nine you should be there. "
" Ah, yes well. I'm sometimes an exception. Because it's you. "
" super. "

On the way they told me that she soon after Hamburg runs for a week, a friend who studied there, they would have to stay there because she goes abroad semesters and Between the tenant later feeding.
"Oh, that's great."
"do you like Hamburg?"
"Yes ..." I say, secretly hoping that she asks me.
"Well ..." she says and I notice the hesitation. She seems fragile at this moment, a new train, which I discovered only recently. And he disappears again.
"Well, if things get too lonely there, can you call me, then I'll come visit you there."
"That's nice. We'll see. Really. "
Then we part company.
It is nine, half past nine, when I'm home.
Mars, Anna and some of her friends are back.
War the barbecue is good? "
" Yes, thank you. "
" And you? "
" Yes, full of stupid. That was with Lars next week. Then I sat around and went for a walk alone. "
" Ohman, you Verpeiler. Then you've got lucky that we have brought you something. "
belly slices. I am glad I am a little tired and had not eaten all day, as I can think straight. My head is a bit heavy and full with Sven.
I sit down at the table, begin to eat.
"We go after out yet."
"Are you coming?"
version. Hmm I should go to bed early. I have to get up even at eight.
"Hmmm."
"Do not act like that. We have bought extra vodka and juice. "
It is difficult for me. When I think of a woman, I also often a problem of motivation. Going to the disco is also always check what goes like this. And when we encounter the whole farmers from the villages. The invasion of the barbarians.
It comes back with more, my distaste for much of the population. Maybe that makes me study, these monoculture of people around me a little nasty. I often wonder if this is really true that there are only inferiority complexes that lead to that other one does not like. But on the other. If love needs no explanation why It then needs hate? Hate it is not even, just dislike. No disrespect, but rather the desire to not touch it. Because you are not supplemented. It is tedious. I will not be easy.

"Well, I'm coming."
"That's my boy," said Anja and pats me on the shoulder as she pours me a glass of vodka with apple juice.
"apple juice?"
"Yes, this is a Polish vodka. Try first. "
It fits. It
come still more friends, the evening is red-and-drink blessed when we leave the house against a clock, I realize already how hard it falls to me to formulate sentences in the first attempt.
reflection possibilities: zero.

The night is blurred between people, lights, beer and music. Asleep.
set piece embodiments Dias, call chunks, which I try to save. It is warm, cozy, my facial skin falls asleep first. Then I follow.
"Hello. Also monitored. Do you hear me? "
Back in the present.
"Yes?"
"You're snoring. You schnaharchst "
" Sven? "I ask.
"Svenja" Her tone is immediately schnippig.
I turn around to her.
"Shit, who are you?"
"Hello? What's that for a welcome? "
" What is' You're snoring! " because for a good morning? "
" Well, if you snore? "
" I do not snore. I never snore. They all say ... "
" All what? "
" All ... all that I have ever seen ... uh ... sleeping. "
" It was pretty clear again, that you're such a ... "
" Am I not ... "
"Oh, are you telling Surely everyone ..."
"Who are you anyway?"
"That you did yesterday, exactly!"
"Yesterday?"
yesterday. I am trying to remember. I only remember Sven and the beautiful afternoon.
Like little balls of paper that someone shoots a killer ink rolls for me to come back some pictures.
Anja and vodka. All of us in the kitchen. I am full. The party fully. A Clock, three clock. The men's room. I like to order a beer. I reel before. I reel back.
Then one day her face.
"Oh, we've talked briefly."
"short? Three hours ... "
" Really? "
" Yes ... "
" And you are? "
" Oh, forget it, hey. "
"And we have ..."
"You'll probably need to get yourself on it. That to me is too stupid here. I'm going. "
She gets up, gets dressed. Shit. She has a sexy figure. What was I brewed there again?

No. I need to get a clear head. I turn to the side.
on the bedside table is a torn condom bag.
"Sven," I say.
"wanker", replies the beautiful stranger who still throws my pants in my direction, then slamming the door of my room, then the front door, then the front door.
Thank God no one wakes up.

I look at the clock.

12:30.

shit. I missed it.

'm running in record time I take a shower, wash me superficial, drag it to the first best thing that comes to my fingers and run from the house, almost forgetting to close the doors.
I hurry towards the marketplace.

five minutes. Ten minutes. My lungs desperately squeezed air in and out, like me, when I hope to get something out of my toothpaste tube, if I note that it is all and I have an urgent appointment to the bad breath is absolutely not appropriate.
shit.

The market is just broken down.

I run back and forth. No chance. I 'm also absurd. Arrogant. To think they could have waited here for almost four hours on me. Idiot. What I'm ever thought? I could have brunch with an absolutely sharp bride. And then run me over such a way, I have no contract with her and I throw away the best chance for a long time? Was it a chance or just a ONS?
Man man man. Suddenly
.

Since the front of the cafe.

There she sits. I'm going to run, not at all realize how stupid I look when I'm panting and tousled at their table. You look at me.
"Do I have thought that you do not succeed."
"Oh man, Sven is doing better than me Suffering. "
It has really been waiting on me. Good thing I reacted correctly.
"Yes, is not a thing."
How embarrassing. I'm doing a movie and it will remain loose. She took me in hand.
I sit down.
"Um ..."
"Um, right. I have fully built the shit. "
Shall I tell you truly? If at the beginning of our delicate affair are a lie? Is it an affair?
suddenly appeared next to me on anyone.
He shall, on the shoulder. I turn.
"Hello?"
"Hi," he says, "Tom"
"Torben".
He sits down with us, gives Sven a kiss on the cheek.
I notice how her face contorts.
"Torben, this is my friend. Tom, that's Torben, one ... "Pause.
"fellow student", I say. "
" Ah, you are studying and Gender Studies. "
" Ahhh, hmm, yes. "
" I'm the only study women, "he says imperiously, and laughs like a crocodile.
great guy.
"What have you built for shit?"
"Ehm, I have, exactly, I've forgotten my wallet at home. I better go go again. "
" Oh we're not here for long, however, " says Tom.
"It does nothing."
Sven silent entered.

I want to get up, I'm almost gone, as she calls, "Torben"
Torben. Will they now tell me that it is doing its suffering. That was all a misunderstanding? I can not even be mad at her. I built it myself crap.
"Torben"
I turn around.
"Yes ... Sven?"
"You still have to give me your new phone number. Because of the unit group next week. "
" Achso. Yes.
me holds out a piece of paper. I write my number on it. A Smiley. And below: "The next time without the gorilla."
you look on it. Attempts to clear her grin with a bite on the lower lip.
"Ok" I say.
"We'll see," asks Tom.
I do not answer.
"See?" Sven asked.
"We'll see."

How Mancy Computers Can I Install Flight Sim X On

Day 1 - Torben wakes up. She says he snore. But who is she?

"You're snoring!"
Imagine you wake up in the morning, you are in polarized at rest. The ceiling and the bed you go with a perfect symbiosis. The air in the room is clear, it is not, is not sweat-soaked with the sticky muff of a sleeping drunks. Your windows were wide open at night. You are dimmed with a sheet that does the eyes good. The tag could . Start You turn around and your skin goes over the arm of another person. It smells good, you think you know the smell from somewhere. It smells Frau.Nach sex and a warm bath with a book. You want to turn up. You want to know: "Who is she?" Your mind tries to rotate, the eyes move upward. But before you can view it before your head might take the proper viewing position, she says "You're snoring!"

I can not believe it. Under other circumstances I would have put me through the beautiful clear female sound of her voice. Not used, no annoying accent, well articulated, clearly formed phonemes. But!
What makes them yourself? Will turn-off to me?

I remember.

I have an affair. I have an affair? If so, since yesterday.

We met by chance. It started like a bad sketch. In the supermarket. She smiled at me because I stood in front of the vegetable rack and sang a song lost in thought. She laughed, and although it not to me until then noticed she jumped me at that moment, almost. And I could forget her look no more, even though I was only scared about fled ...
But one does not know that? You see a person one has never seen before and somehow it is burning in, and if one has a short time, if you're just alone, then plays The picture on the TV screen cinemas of the head and it runs a short promotional trailer. The trailer says: "Single know me?" Then comes a message: "The EU-dating warns: Do not be cowardly in the supermarket, you might regret it!" or "The EU-dating white. Good sex reduces the chance of depression have what it once!"

When I then met again my heart beat. Just as it is sometimes with people who have been known, where's all cool and seems easy until you realize suddenly "Shit, she's already sexy." or "shit, we would fit well together." Since we have not met, however, and I therefore nothing have to lose, is the sound into my ears.
I remember at the moment.

We pass each other, it is the brightest day, in a side street on the way to the pedestrian zone, I look around, we are all alone. The completely alone is not necessarily unimportant, in such intimate moments, where you can meet other people that you would like to meet. The first tender ties woven through the correct sentence in the correct intonation with the right facial expressions. But all too often shy away because you think everyone in the street could hear the deep dull lawn of one's heart and would be funny sensation hindrehen on this social traffic accident is building itself. It captured the fantasies of disaster, indiscriminate in their own imagination to create incendiary devices. I imagine how I would wave and begins at that moment my nose to run and flag it escapes and I accidentally wet express and spitting on the shoes, while my deodorant fails and they can not decide whether the snot hanging in my face, the saliva, which has messed up their shoes, or the intense smell of the most painful and revolting. While

then all point to me, laughing, shaking his head, cell phone videos make from this moment and pure place on Youtube I'm running into the saloon next to me to discredit the whole city leave - so that I must lead a nomadic life and never again will somehow respected. I can not even sink into the ground.
AberiIch'm lucky. She stops, smiles at me. I just can not help it, I have to smile too. Since we are alone, that works well and made my smile is not stupid, awkward smile.
"Hey," she says and I reply with "Hey".
then sets them: "Too bad you sing so not today."
"But I could be if you want."
"Now?"
"Maybe at a coffee?"

And sometimes it's ridiculous how good things just work when you yourself do not stand in the way. I think it spontaneously, without thinking out his hand, I do not know whether the results from the approach of self-awareness, I just overtaken by the successful invitation. She pushes her hand in mine and asks "So, we go to your favorite coffee shop, right?".
I suggest that we grab a coffee at the next opportunity to go and get back into the green. She finds the idea "not bad". The next Coffee to Go is just a stone's throw, it's a small discount bakery with cappuccino machines. We get two muffins, a blueberry and a chocolate, because we can not decide. After all, we decide that we share and then each of which both the end and it has no heart is bleeding.
"One wants mostly the things that the others at dinner."
"Not only to eat," she added me. It will be right.
So we go with two muffins in a small paper bag and our coffee cups in the next park "on the lawn," she tells the same and before I know what happens to me, we sit on the floor.

you with dark red socks, that's ok, I think. They flash briefly through a gap between their sneakers and jeans.
"So, you make Songbird. You often it?"
"What more?"
"dragging girls to the park."
"What do you think?"
"I do not think in the park, but the dragging is so your thing."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"Why?" I mean, how do you figure? "
"Well, you seem just so. This insolent."
"Hmm. Not so."
"I do not believe you!"
"Why not?"
"Because you are determined to tell everyone that you are not otherwise do, and then it comes before special."
"If I say now would be that all the girls react when I say that I tow often, you'd think that I certainly do, because many girls are in the situation." Frankly, I consider myself only often with girls about just because I do not. "
" And you believe? "
" As I said, believe me not. "
" Oh, I should now take in the arm, kid? "
" Not so "We laugh
. Curve got. These are the situations that you have to learn. remain sovereign. The" small company "is not personal, not to be snotty, do not get caught up too much. Even if it's true and about the women not good works. vorheulen something you is not helpful. Perhaps I am imagining a just, have any idea, because they just sit there and not me next to her and she took my hand again. But there is still much to screw up .'s what I should be better not to think about it.
"If I should now pick us up a band or an orchestra that you should play to a song by one of your bands, which would be this .. or what song?"
box set, almost failed, but I am happy to have found a new version to demolish the unpopular topic of musical taste charming.
She smiles. Phew.
"Will not you be with me alone, that you ask a band to come here?"
Ouch. This has been sitting, a first-class counter, wrong foot, for sure.
"But, of course. You know, I'm such a movie a child, I am used to when a situation is beautiful, that is music then, in the background. Just as in movies. So I was just wondering how you would set to music like the ... "
Please! No Ska. No reggae. No German punk rock pray. I.
Funny, that I begin to pray sometimes internally, though I believe in nothing. It is, I believe, a gesture I will never fully understand.
"Hm, difficult," she says. She begins to pluck blades of grass and to wrap her index finger as she thinks. It is a moment that I like would take pictures. or film, set in sepia and paint with Yann Tiersen. Then I would strike me as a young filmmaker with an eye for beautiful moments, the sepia and the computer-processed strips that mimic an old roll of film, expected to make the whole extra warmth. Three or four years, so maybe I should be able to control even an amateur film competition. But today you would tell me, "What are you a late bloomer? Cliché-spinner."
This image will stay in my head and forget how many other ideas for art works the other way simply stores.
"Do you like Sigur Ros?"
know would be an exaggeration. I know some girls who listen to him or it, I know that the CDs have beautiful covers and all that he or it - I think I once read Wikipedia, it was an Icelander - listen, have good taste.
"Yes, but just a bit. Is good. "
The music she described to me as beautiful, dreamy and calm.
" good fit, good selection. "
She smiles and seems pleased that I know of Sigur Ros.
" What would you take? "
"Yann Tiersen" I burst out, "and Craig Armstrong."
"Yann Tiersen" she says, her eyes.
shine "Yes."
"Then you like to ..."
"Yes, I have to DVD, "I fall knowing the word.
" Beautiful! "

voice activity. They are the most difficult moments. If both do not know how it should now go further, consider whether there is something to say, say what you could without the mood , Without destroying the good way to go off.
"Speaking of music. What did you do there actually sung, finally, the market purchase. "
" Let me think about it ... ah, yes, I remember. Do you know Studio Braun? "
" Yes, of course. "
" Really? "
" YES! "

I was passed spontaneously excited and sympathy for a brief free fall tower-like emotion thrust on transit to cloud nine.
"This was by Heinz Strunk. Computer geek. "
" Really? Is funny, yes. "
" What do you like them? "
" I know the only way the old Call numbers and the books of Rocko Schamoni. "
" I found this World of meaninglessness so much better than Dorfpunks, sprinkle one I have to flash my indirectly by professionals in the field of stem Rocko Schamoni leave.
"Yes, true enough. And his music, how do you find them? "
I remember only one music video, this Kitschpersiflage, which was quite funny.
"Jopp, who has what on it, the good guy. But you saw that when he 'free room!' At tells how he was with his daughter on the Tokio Hotel concert? That was funny! "
" Really? I have to look at me, absolutely! "
taken curve.
"Where do you live?"
"Not far from here, 'Ner WG, wants to move but the girls stress me. Those are Daddys' Girl, you know? "
" Yes. "
" And where do you live? "
" In the southern "
" Oh, this is but a small corner away, why are you here in the area to go shopping? "
" Because the market purchase. I like that. I like big supermarkets. And I move, then when I walk. I call it Supermarktflanieren. "
" Hehe. You are already such a little Self, right? "
" How many of you know, then, in the produce department Heinz Strunk, sing songs? "
" Touché! "
" Do you live alone? "
When girls ask me that, I always wonder whether they want to know whether it is worth, then go with times to me. Whether it would be undisturbed. As independent, autonomous or independent, I am well. Or only from Smalltalk reasons. "Seeing two people, a buddy and his girlfriend. But it is a very nice apartment. Do you have to come look at you again. "
" Is that an invitation? "
" Of course this is an invitation "
" Hmmm. I may come back on it. "
" You forget the way an important thing! "
" I forget Rambo? "

It's short and intense," Bam "in me. It has a set that I wanted to draw in a different direction, a hit in the angle of forty feet away made. She knows absurd movie quotes.
I take a piece of metal foil that I have a pack Airwaves still in my pocket, turn it a circle, hold it to light.
"Will you marry me when I grow up?"
"Gladly, but first you must tell me what I forgot."
"We have muffins!"
"Yes, damn it. How could I forget it? "
"But you've got me now!" "First Chocolate?"

"Ok!" Pick

In the next half hour we in record devotion small corner of our muffins, they move quietly in the mouth and melt them there . I think we do not want to appear greedy as each other or greedy, but it may also simply be because we talk so much that food, and this rarely happens, is completely irrelevant.
We talk about our favorite series, it is also a TV-damaged child in the early eighties. By the time we are about Clarence, the cross-eyed lion, maintained and tear off the end of a conventional Bud Spencer and Terence Hill movie, I'm really thrilled.
know "you, there is basically only one scene in Bud Spencer and Terence Hill movies. They are sitting in a bar at the counter and eat beans from a pan. A group of greasy Italians come in and of itself provide a flippant word duel with Terence Hill. It strikes me at this point that I have the name of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill completely over and in any context call, and never just the first name. "
" Hihi, I also "
" takes any event, one of the Italians at some point a chair and Bud Spencer haut him against the back. The chair shatters. After about two minutes to Bud Spencer Terence Hill turns to him and asks: 'Tell me, has just cut me a chair on his back? " whereupon Terence Hill 'yes' answers. Then starts getting this Italo-clothes-something. Then they are beaten up really, with bang and Peitschgeräuschen until they all fly out the window and the bar is ready for demolition. Then asks the waiter, who pays the damages and the scene is over. "
She laughs and looks forward and makes for the most typical impact movements of Bud Spencer, almost all run with open, flat hand.

We talk a long time to talk about what they wanted to be like as a child and in which city we would like to draw.
"Tell me how is your name?"
"Torben", I say.
"Torben. I am Sven. "
We extend our hand demonstratively, firm shake and nod this to be given emphasis to the gesture.
"It is my pleasure to Sven,"
"Yes, me too."
She turns her torso to the side, I follow her gaze and we realize how deep the sun.
"Oh man, this is probably already correct late."
"So fast that goes sometimes."
"Life is too short!"
"If it depends on what you make of it!"
"And what do you make of it?"
"Here!"
She smiles, even for the hundredth time
"You are destined me very angry when I got to go now?" Yes
. But I can forgive you. "
you fumbling in her bag, a brown cloth bag, pulls out her cell phone, it is an old Nokia model with no frills. She looks short to me, then they packed it away again.
"Oh. Different. I do not give my number. You must promise me that we meet tomorrow at the vegetable stand. In the market purchase. To Three? "
I dig in my schedule. Three, three, three.
"Yes, that fits. Wonderful. "
"Fine. See you tomorrow? Torben?
"Yes. Thank you. "
" you, too. Really. "
She gets up, holds me in the shoulder and then go our separate ways. She goes to the West and I south.