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.
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