Dog Ringworm Vs Hot Spots

day 5 / 2: Only me entangled in a shady Têtes-a-têtes with Sven and I suddenly cooking for quite another. The wrath of the gods is near.

Before, when I got up and had to sweep out Saturday, it was usually windy. Often it was so windy that the neighbors were whispering at the end, it would be in the yard is still just as dusty as before. I would have missed the chaos just my signature.

one point I had to mow the lawn, sweep instead. I needed this more than my father what the neighbors angry because of the Räsenmäherlärm even more than me sweep to see. Perhaps they will repent, that is why it could not keep their mouth shut.

My parents were always a central crisis if they saw how I mowed it. "But you have to do is assess the result, not the way I mow, I've tried a few times to calm her. One day I said to them, "I'm like a Parkinson's patient who takes a gun. No matter how much I also shaking, the ball flies straight yet. "

Then, they have shaken his head. But the way I was mowing, they have never said a word.
the week around faster than you can say three times a McDonalds. Time flies, my brain is no longer behind. Vacations are hell for people with a regular rhythm of life.
initial entangled myself in a shady Têtes-a-têtes with Sven and suddenly I carry shopping bags home to cook something else. The wrath of the gods is sure. I just have no idea of when he will meet me.
"tomorrow ...", Anja sighs at me out of the blue, as we carry the shopping bags home.
"tomorrow what?"
"Day after tomorrow I have to go back to work. I hate that I had actually hoped we leave the shop until the boycott is over because people do not come anyway, but maybe. I had only just thinking about it. Somehow I've gotten used to it, so as to live for the day, afternoon and buy something. "
see, "I do. Well, I'm probably lucky my boss is still in the holiday until next week Wednesday, so I can continue to fidget around as I please, "I speak from and realize that it was perhaps insensitive.
"But you know, darling, I'll simply for coffee purely to you and if you have nothing to do, you can no use to me and then we practice Times City River."
"Oh, that's sweet! But you, Torben "
" Yes, Anja "
" I was just wondering where did because my bike ever placed! I need that on friday ... "
shit, her bicycle. Your bike is to ... exactly at Sven. I've forgotten about and would not admit so publicly. But since the conversation was secretly meet this morning my new hope for a few days without having to approach them. Easy to explore once the state of the situation with Martha.

"Do you think the Uniboykott bring something?"
'driving' not! Where's my bike? "
" I'm still standing by Sven ", mumble, I sheepishly look at the floor, kick off a stone and I hope that I land a by blew from cuteness gesture of humility, which matches them a little mild.
"What? Ah, so you needed it. Oh you, ey. Why do you have again the password? In these threadbare, too! Man, man, man, should I lend you anything. You get the morning because now and then you can see the next time but kept running on foot.
"Yes, Mother."
"I give you the same" Yes, Mummy "." Anja
are still leaves her shopping bag plop on the floor, turns to me, staring down at me seriously and pulls a straight face.
"I'm serious, Torben. You have to sometimes be more reliable. If you want to live purely in the day, as always, okay, if you forget to call your parents, I care nothing, if you do not clear up your booth, your beer, but listen to me The fun, should I go to friends like you can also leave time. You need time to grow slowly. "
I nod meekly and grab their bags.
"Let me see, I wear the already for you until you have your bike back."
may seem to outsiders their emotional eruption erupt as long in pent-up criticism. However, I must listen to these allegations in friendly paper wound weekly.

I fear she is angry because Mars is so suddenly gone away, rather than waiting until they have to work again. Sometimes it's funny, even trickle in the perfect pair to see the plaster. But I am sure that must be changed in their case, only the wallpaper once and that the basic structure still stands as a German concrete bunker in Normandy. At least I hope
it strong, because it gives me support, both to have. Maybe but I also think far too much of myself and I get to not know if it all around me also doing well. Maybe it's because my parents always used to control everything and always believed were to have to worry about. Is not it a bit of confidence if you let people live sometimes easy?
"Here ...", I say, rummage in my bag, and two of them by magic super sour gum out," Do you remember? We have previously always eat and bet who first makes a face. "
Wordless, but shaking his head, grinning at her takes Anja, unwraps it and holds it between his teeth, nodded over to me to count the countdown.

3 2 1

We chew release both and after a few seconds, I am overcome the internal pressure of a full-body muscle contraction. I shake myself and trying desperately to look should be taken seriously and do not distort my face. But I lose. Just in this one type with anthracite-black C & A coat and cloth hat on his head past me, looks me in the face and suspects that it is my view.
"What proclivity for so shit?" he asks.
"I lost my hat, and when thou hast awakened bitter memories in me."
picture book situation, he considers just, if my story is true, but since breaking Anja into loud laughter makes the bag fall to the ground and skin in a squatting movement on its own legs, while her chewing gum thrown in a great arc from her mouth.
"Spinner," he says now, very briefly and heartless pushes me slightly to the side and marched on with a double pulse rate.
I turn to Anja tell her that it could be him some day grow slowly, but it catches me off, and comes with its wide-open, tear-rimmed eyes very close to me approached. She seems to be saying something important. It touches my shoulder.
"BAAAAAAAHAHHHHAHHHAAHHHA, I HAVE LOST MY HAT? BAAAAHAHHHHAHAHAHA.
Throughout the rest of the way home I get out another word, while one is again and again hit by a roaring laughter interval, stops and repeats this phrase in tears.
After the purchases, unpacked sorted, and the necessary cooking utensils for this, as we call it, pumpkin massacre have become cope, shakes my Anja the house phone in hand.
"is number selected them to call."
"How now, call her? "
" Yes, call her. The pleased to say we want to cook and it was so nice and so happy that you want to view it. Do not be shy "
" That easy? "
" Tu Sun That Easy! We have always talked about you, are you running there to no locked gates. "
So I call on to Martha and she seems to be no less surprised to hear me and quickly agrees, what concerns me, for I know not only good to report on women who are so innocently simple.
"She comes in half an hour. And now I tell you what you have to talk because if you please about me? "
"Oh, it 's just ask what are you so for one and whether it would be a great risk for becoming involved with you."
"engage with me in? Whether or not a say a word, do I have? "
" Yes, Master Yoda, but it was just so tend to be asked in the wind, like since so are the shares and the threat of losses, and so on. This is how you men but also the use. "
" Yes, but our choice of words differently. "
" Your word choice is different. It even says Mars

"Now I also Mars is in the back? Against me, the whole world, is the dark side of the force strong now, in the flat it is. "
" The whole world is for you, only you flee small single-Jedi at any hint of affection same, because you once could pin down to anything. "
" Shut up, I do not argue at all about it ! I know what's good for me ... but I'm glad that you care ... mostly "
later for several minutes, as the whole place gradually pumpkin potato casserole smells and I had to admit five times that it probably actually are dishes with pumpkins and that Anja is the best cook in the world to save my ears ringing Martha and There is joy in our religion, so just as the golden calf had arrived.

I am exuberantly off her jacket, and bring them to the table and we talk over each other all the hectic and wild, unnatural laugh out loud and all our eyes go wild through the room as we would deliver a line of sight lightsaber duel. It depends on everything, not just comfort. I feel a little like one, so I put it before me, have preliminary to an arranged Indian wedding, but we have no points on the forehead.
points added Martha on the blouse, strictly speaking, two, there are the buds of her nipples that stick out, and drill discreetly by the material, probably because we are the window during cooking set to tilt and had not completed it. While the two ladies have long since rendered its first portion, I slide back and forth nervously, so it is not too uncomfortable in my pants sit and hope that my small problem is not noticed and, above all, Martha does not notice that I have her all time on the nipple and look at all think, just not on pumpkin pie.
"Say, you need urgently to the toilet?" Anja suddenly asks me, smiling at me with demonic innocence. You will not guess, I hope, what's going on? But this too is just too confused. So I take this opportunity and steal me quickly on the two over, just so that they can not look at my pants and get out in the bathroom.

There stands the small circus tent, and I try to distract me honestly, I think of Johann Lafer with his beaver grin and I think of Kürbisaufläufe and back to Johann Lafer, pumpkins, round pumpkins plump buxom with her protruding nipples. Martha. Martha is damn hot. The opposite of cool happens in the summer house of my jeans is a party tent. I open my pants and it's happening, what needs to happen. I nibble at Martha's buds and we planted her garden. After three minutes the hard over and my head is clear, while I wash my face and hands.
"Well?" say the two, when I return. They have, meanwhile, can probably be found in slowly into a conversation.
I sit, sigh, short and at this very moment Anja seems to have understood the situation, short red and winks at me then.
is then at her and reaches for the phone.
"So, lovelies, I'm going to call with Mars" and leaves the scene.
alone with Martha.

"So, Torben Sunev. Sunev! What exactly is this for a name? "
" The Do you believe me eh not when I tell you something about it. "
" Yes, definitely, "she says, about trying to tame for my taste, so I do not even discuss, and answer.
"My father came to Germany when he was very young, with five or six. His parents then he has lost very early and I do not know why, then he has tried everything to forget his past and towards us never told what had happened to his parents or not and where they actually came here. For him it was always important to know that we are German and nothing else and the Sunev only a name is like any other and should have no meaning for us. Well, he is also hated when people asked him what kind of a name and wanted to praise him, that he is a foreigner so very fluid spoke German and had no accent. "
Martha stared at me briefly, seemingly overwhelmed by the situation.
"This is true even crass. A very different experience than I have with my, which is Waldemar Weizel and is very proud to be a Pole and us trying to explain it over, it was important not to lose his tracks and his identity. But I see it any other way. "
I am now surprised. "Yes, you see that?"
"You know, I think the identity that we have is determined by what we do ourselves and think and not by our parents or our origin. Of course, make their contribution, but no more. It takes guts, yes, but in the end you are responsible for you and if you have brothers and sisters, like me, then you realize, too, despite similar conditions that bring people to already own something that they carried the live with that maybe affected, but can not be controlled. Except it just the people that can be draw from the character anyway dear. "
are smiling self.

"Yes, I see it. Really. Awesome, I have so never heard from the mouth of another person. I am also aware of these mind games that you have as a child, what do you want me, as will be well, no matter what has at this time for installations. I used to often say that when I am big ...". I stop.
"When I grow up ... yes? "
" I'll tell you another time, not now, I think that's too private. "
" Do you promise? "
" A friend once said to me that there are no promises that it also can hold. "
" Do you agree? "
" I do not know, but I'm going to play safe. If there is an appropriate time, I will tell you. "
shit, now we have fallen from one hundred to zero. But Martha
captures the Situation and begins to tell of her childhood and there are nice anecdotes from Poland, a cute childhood, I get the impression it is a sincere man, a warm human being. And I feel in your presence. Again and again, we laugh and it takes an hour before Anja is in the kitchen.
"Well, you two, did you enjoy?" She asks, and we both grin only.
Good, good. May I briefly kidnap Martha? "
" But only briefly, "I say and leave the room while the two, I begin to clear the table and provide some chocolate, open a wine.
My phone vibrates.
"Hey, Torben. Your bike? Sven. "
" I'll get it tomorrow, "I write back.
"Very nice, I'm very happy for you. I'm sorry for my Dawson's Creek attack last night. The alcohol ... until tomorrow. "

I swallow.
Anja comes just scurried past the kitchen when she sees me standing so that.
"Everything okay, Torben? It works very well with Martha, do you? "Smirks at me.
"It does, yes." I try to smile.
"This is beautiful, really."
"Say, you were angry with me?"
"evil? Why evil? "
"If I fuck it up?" They
silent short, and I resent the wrath of the gods hear. Is this the demise of the West?

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Day 5: So I sit alone in the kitchen and poking on two slices of toast sad

lies before me a bunch of questions. This reminds me of my childhood. Saturday I hated to get up because I knew I would have to sweep the yard, sweep up the leaves or just the dust of a week.

"So people do not look," said my mother then. "And if they look, what then?" I replied, whereupon she schnippig with me, "Shall not cheeky" drove through the mouth, but I was certainly bold.

her I pictured how nice it would be if all the leaves I would not just sweep away and mingled with the dust and then the wind came and blew it in front of the houses of the oh-so-fine neighbors. "The would then have all put their own house in order," I said to her "now you also know where the term comes."

My mother runs a petty way of life, because she hates it when people might think something. She thinks even after the most. The turn I have inherited from her.
But I'm narrow-minded?

Anyway, it's not Saturday, I'm no longer a child, my parents' house in the distance and instead of dust and leaves on my street are only questions. Maybe I should sweep Anja over so she can help me with it.

I summarize in my head. No hangover. Funny. I did not sleep like a rock, I fell asleep not even like a cotton ball, the dreams of going out with a stone. I just slept normally. That worries me, not health, more emotional. I catch now with the fact that things will not matter to me? I would not even think about it now. Before in my head again begins a Gilmore Girls episode I decide for the right thing: breakfast.

So I'm sitting alone in the kitchen and then poking at two sad Slices of bread around, while the breakfast TV would bring me closer attractive and daring Dekotips for the approaching end of summer. Daring Dekotips. What is hazardous of colorful pumpkins, I wonder, I think rightly. I do not at all, why do we use pumpkins to decorate German, but you never see pumpkins for eating, with the exception of the bag of pumpkin soup from Maggi and some consequences of the perfect dinner. Whether the bag for pumpkin soup but really tastes good, like I have no idea, probably not. And daring, it is probably because we use food to decorate that could keep children from other countries Hungertot. Next Year at Easter then daring Dekotips AIDS medicines and drinking water.

Marcel Reich-Ranicki once on television when asked what he would say to the Olympic Games in China replied that too many people speak about things of which they had no idea. I gave him as immediately given a grin right, but now when I here all alone in front of the sad toast seats that would save only a regular disk children sausage and myself listening to talk internally, I think if we as real strict interspersed , then I would send my head to Gunther von Hagen, so he fills it with Plastinade. If you, want something that is done properly, please let someone to do, which one trusts anything. And the two commercial areas of the cosmetics industry in the breakfast TV would look for a new job.

But I like the chatter of Boris Becker's new girlfriend and Johann Lafer's whole wheat bread surprise and if it interests me, it has a right to exist. Or is it?

"You think back over bullshit", I hear Anja said suddenly, as she left past me towards the fridge and pulls out a mango lassi magic. I would love to know how it has again noted, but not the win I do not begrudge her.

"I would never do. I dream only one that could make Johann Lafer morning our time for breakfast. Own such a Johann Lafer, who cooks like Dentagard Beaver grinning the whole day for us. That would be great. "
" But we still have Mars. "
" But Mars is but yesterday went to his parents? "
" Yes, and he said you had also adopt can, but you were so in between off. "
" I have it verpeilt. "
" You Verpeiler. You are all the last days a bit away, "she said, sitting down beside me at the table. "What's going on at all, honey? I imagine that you wanted me there explain something big and wide, because of yesterday? "

Jetz I had just done with the help of the TV heap aside my question, because it stirs it up again. Okay, it will also help in removal.

"Aaaaaalso," I begin to start and to submit to it the tricky situation in detail and meticulous, notice that I myself sometimes appliances into raptures again, I could knock some places itself on the back. And I realize how tricky the issue for me. Sven avoids all the time really, Tom to me to even mention.
"Hmmm ... "Anja then whispered in my direction when I you have presented the overall picture. "Hmmm ..." I whisper back asking, "You are the woman explain to me what's there thing."
"Now I know at least why you're the Martha have been canceled."
"This is the first thing you this incident? "
" Sure, I've invited especially for the two but you, you snob. What did you think of why she was so open now? "
" You should have told me also to say before? "
" You can never tell you so! "
" PA! So please? I'll lay here all the previous days open as my chest and you go from claws and scratching over it rather than telling me whether the injury is deep or above all this is superficial and I worry unnecessarily. "
" What are you going for, like so melodramatic? So I know you've no! I found the prevented amount. That would sit well with you, she has me afterwards said that she likes you. But well. And anyway, what do you think, why we have ignored all your Geflirte? So as something happens! "
" Geflirte? But I have not at all ... "
" Torben. Now this game is not even the little sheep from the meadow. "
" Man I do not know. But here. Return to Sven. I like them. Really. Somehow. You have to help me out! What should I do? "

" Honestly? Point one. Yes, I know you are in spite of your nervenzerhäckselnden Gedankenklauberei a good person and if you really like, if that's really gone the way you describe it to me, then it is probably also a good person. Point two. If it is a good man, then Tom is certainly not a bad person. This leads to point three. Then that is not sure she's leaving him lightly. Even if they like you, and it seems already as if she likes you, chances are crappy. Shit, Torben. Not because it would not agree with you anything, but, because someone with whom you are together, not because of an ever so exciting times people just leave. Maybe she is confused? Perhaps she has indeed surprised all? Yes it has you by surprise, too. "
I wonder. I'm thinking really hard. Two minutes, five minutes, again I want to create a sentence, but it will break again. I wish I could throw myself on the floor, screaming drums with both hands on the tiles, and "But I will!".

That may have worked before with my mother, so people do not look. But the world does not care whether the people watching.
I sigh.

"Torben. You know I love you and that I would not tell you this, if I thought there would be a different truth. "
" And you are you sure? "
Anja nods and puts her hand on mine. I shut my eyes doggedly short. Then I smile at her.
"So Martha?" I say.
"Certainly," she replies.
"I then for the moment, only one more question I am burning on the heart, Anja. And you have to please be honest with me. "
" More and yet, honey. What is it? "
" What is dared to decorate with pumpkins and why are the nowhere to eat sold? "
" Aaaaaaaah! Torben Sunev! You are ... you bring all again sometime in the loony bin, "
" But honestly, tell me. "I try an innocent, naïve rabbit eye.
"pumpkins are everywhere to buy, you just need time to open your eyes. You know what? We go straight times to the supermarket and see if there are any and then we see what we cook with it. "
" And then you invite Martha and join us for dinner? "
" No, you do sometimes nice for yourself! "
" Oke "
" That's my boy. "

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around day 4 / 3: Once Svenja and return?

Arrested in my thoughts and considerations, I stick stuck in a puddle of beer, do not forward or back, while I sweat running down my back the glowing, other foreign sweat dripping from the ceiling, on my forehead hits, I cringe and wipe him.
She comes up to me. Schnurr tracks. She looked me in the eye. Directly. This piece. The ICE
of early romance demolition races toward me while I'm stuck helplessly on the track. She wants me to roll. to finish what she has done not Saturday.
Come on baby, gives me the rest blow.
I must grin.

"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Hey. I told your friend that I want to talk briefly with you alone. They only want to appease me, but I told her then that we know each other for some time and have not seen for ages. "
" Okay? "
" Because of Saturday ... "
" Yes? "
" I'm sorry. That with the asshole. Yes, you were really drunk and I should have indeed not taken into consideration. And now I see you have a girlfriend. This is Sven? "
" Yes ... "
" You know, I've NEN friend and if I think of what I have built for this shit. This is really crap. I wanted to that at all. Hm So I will not threaten, I promise you, I'll keep it for me. Saturday ... with the "
" But? "
" I would like to see you though I do not take crooked and containers for you. You know, I want no trouble with my boyfriend. You know how this city is ... That is also the best for both of us. "
I know. But hey. What are they doing here? How absurd. As unthinkable as it was now? I was drunk, but I should still be master of my actions? She takes the blame just on, without me something to have responsibility. I think she just really afraid for their relationship. If the relationship is stable, then why is it strange?
Hmm.
"Nothing. Really. For me, everything is cool! "
" Really? "
" Yes. Forget it simple. Shit happens. "
" Thank you. At least nothing went. Mach's good, you! "

What? There is nothing wrong? Oh man.
go thither,. Way. Crap. It works out really NOTHING, or was it just a saying? What happened? I'm worried for nothing? I'm all confused. Why do I stand here? Svenja. Yes.

I push my way through the crowd outside. As she sits on the wall, all alone with the night and sipping in their beer. She looks peaceful, as if it were part of the night as if it were a painting, that I should not now destroy. But I'm so, I must tweak around to paint the world. People are like that. If love is just art that hangs on the wall and we sit for hours before and sigh? Or is it the kiss, kiss the liberating after a hot day, a stormy night in the imminent future? The kiss that we do extort fate? What kind of thoughts.

"Hey, do you?" I say and sit down with her.
She lifts her gaze towards the stars and sipping her beer. Then she lays
her head on my shoulder.
is "your call finished? "
" Yes, otherwise I would not be here. "
" Was it so important? "
" I think, hmm, well. What's important? "
" It depends on who speaks. "
" Or to the one who asks. "
" or something. Yes. Before, I was afraid of growing up. Know everything I imagined terrible. As serious and boring. I was afraid I might lose my freedom. You know, as a child as young as it is then always, one is still a girl, and much will be forgiven so easy because it is assumed that it is out of Erfahrungsnot out. But now begins to remember me, that I will gradually grow. And to answer the questions is not simple, there are new questions, more questions. And sometimes, as I have the feeling that the freedom we have when we are older, will not find an answer for everything. Not to have to answer. "
Then we sit for ten minutes as easy. I would say nothing. It is her thoughts that fill the air, it is their moment. I feel like a glass that is filled with a drop of wine that has matured over the years. I feel that your words will warm under my skin. And I hope she takes a sip of mine. This is their moment. Now it has to do it. Please.

"And what do you mean?" She asks suddenly, and at that moment, she then turns it to me and sees my face looks to me on the eyebrow and follow the temple down to the mouth remains there briefly with her views are, brooding, then moves on to the neck, my hands and then she just looks forward again.
"What I mean ... I mean, it is also freedom not to ask certain questions. to leave something open to hope and dream. The doors close, because if you know first, then you just know and some doors remain locked, no one can even think, by them go through it or leave it. "

Then again there is silence. After a small eternity
chirping bird. I look up from the asphalt in front of us, it dawns gradually. I have no idea how long we have sat here. I hear myself in an endless loop in my head, my last words to say again.
"I should go home now, Torben." She says and stands on.
suppressed in getting me a kiss on the cheek. A warm kiss. A volatile.
In her eyes I read the things I think. The fact that we were just something older. I begin to fear that through the thin ice on which we rode, threatening to break through, such as two, know too much about life, to dance on clouds .. Maybe we were just too deep now. Too deep for a carefree summer. Maybe we need the questions and answers. Maybe. Shit. I'm beginning to think about how little girls on an Internet platform for mediocrity. This is not the color that I wear.
I have no idea.
"Make it good, Meis small man," she says, waving to me and then she goes into the rising sun. Alone.
I stay a while longer sit and sigh deeply into me. There, how my words. My thoughts. Emotional chaos

Then I go home.
start More and more birds to chirp. On the street I encounter couples embraced, the hole up in their beds now. How many of them are probably happy? How many of them are probably happy?
drunken bum staggering songs by bawling. Sing like this, that love is a big bitch. The first bus heralds the awakening of the everyday.

It comes, as it must. Sometimes you walk around for days as if the world given you a free flight to the land of love and suddenly you feel like you lost your ticket.
The other girl had a boyfriend and so I was wondering why she is cheating on him. I think something does not do it, if you're happy and they wanted to signal me that she was actually happy. Or?. But what I do myself? Sven has Tom. Can I just keep denying it? Can they? Sven is happy with Tom?
has deceived the girl her boyfriend when Garnich ran between us? If an accident is fraud? Am I an accident? What does Sven? What do I want?
What do I want?

I have no idea. Maybe I überinterpetiere around, do me too many worries. I need to talk tomorrow with Anja. Tomorrow when I'm sober. This is the last thought, I can take. can be clear. Then I fall into my bed and fall asleep.

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Day 4 / 2: The evening. Finally! There she is. In front of me.

are for days my nerves are tense as a group of freshmen before her first university lecture. The goal in front of me has been waiting for a good while to when it presents itself to me. Now, at last. I'm glad. I am there.
Da. Since it is
. In front of me.
I swallow. Consumption.
She wears a red-white-checkered shirt. They fit perfectly. I swallow.
"Well, you're here. And how punctual you are! "She says.
"Yes ..." I coughed out and notice that my palms give birth to small streams.
"Then come a look, it attracts me, her hand moves up to my shoulder with a finger, touched one fingertip me. My body wants to burst ecstatic. With one finger she pushed me into her apartment.

The apartment is bright, all white me in immediately. And it is, I imagined in my youth in a geography class divided Berlin, with an invisible wall that divides the spacious hall cross in three sectors, through it, which is incredible in the corners of kitchen, living room and bathroom, mix, and a chaotic image feature. I try to filter out Svenja's handwriting. Try to see what I want to see. And it works.
Then suddenly we're sitting in the living room on a bright red sofa. Courtesy of distance is one meter.

She wears a blue, crisp-fitting jeans. I like that the pants leg until she turned on the ankle, it helps to bright green flip-flops. Sharpest contrast to the sofa. I like their feet.
On the wall are black and white pictures, city scenes from Paris, London, Rome.
"your images?"
"No," she says laughing and immediately runs his fingers through her hair.
I cling firmly here to observe everything. You notice it seems.
"What do you want to drink, Sing Star?"
"What did you do there?".
"I have an idea ...". She bites her lower lip, very briefly, as the flicker of a lighter flashes, just with their eyes in my jumps on the sofa and disappears into the kitchen. Time to collect myself to just breathe.

She's hot. But I remember why now only? Was it not so far? Why is it that I only now noticed? My pulse is adjusted slowly, his hands come to their senses. I look around, get up, important in the wide room, stand at the window. The windows are dressed up so fine that they are noticed only by the drops of water that gradually through the shower incident there and make their way. I touch the glass to make sure that they are really there, but immediately pull my hand away. Fingerprint. Bad conscience. It's a little like I would have just put through my finger through the dirt of my being a micro-cosmic order to sway. As I was breaking into a habitat that can not defend against my male presence. It's too clean, almost clinical. I can feel the patter of an Eastern European cleaning lady, no, that toddling a small business student in the bright red costume to match the sofa, comes in, I discovered, with a huge bottle ansprüht Crystal clear and scrub with the rough side of a huge Blitzi-sponge out of this world . On my grave stone is "wiped away" The funeral guests not to damage any protective films for their shoes to the lawn.

As he sits, my finger, like a memorial, threatening to clean the surface. I breathe on the window, take a pace handkerchief from my back pocket and removed it.

"What are they doing? Is it not clean enough? "
I turn around, Sven smirks at me.
"No, that's unbearably dirty here, I was really forced to repair first!"
She laughs.
"You have taken the wheel, right?"
"Yes ..."
"That happens to me constantly, but I'm never bothered to wipe away the "
" Why not? "
" Why is that? "
" Tjaaaaaa ... "

It has two large, brightly-filled glasses on the table.
"Try it!"
I sip.
"Mhmmm! What is that? "
" Grandma's secret blend. "
" Will they make me as drunk and seduce? "
" Who knows? "

She puts on music, something going through the living room. I have to see it here briefly on the bottom and then hide my excitement. It is very warm, outside it crackles now really low and when the music starts to Sven sits in front of me on the white carpet, sipping straw and begins to tell her what she did today.

I keep my ear out and follow it with my eyes the movements of their lips, trying to imagine what it will be well on them to nibble. Look into her eyes when she looks out the window just as they must consider how their designs will go on, I do not recognize their eye color exactly.
Although I usually breathe every word of it, absorbing, as if it will again be critical to a test in my life at the moment they bounce off of my my forehead, I am unable anything to keep it. It seems to me that I was banned a little overwhelmed and simultaneously, as when I as a school child in the classroom sat and first saw, as snow fell and I could not think of anything more than once rauszurennen and touch him.

And with people watching is like snow, it's always about how and when we pass them, without prejudice, so that they flow away not under the hand and never come back.

"And what did you do today pushed so?"
Outside it was still raining, it's getting cooler, I wonder how much alcohol was well in this cocktail. My cheeks are warm. The room is lit up briefly when the sun for for a moment through the clouds break.
"Torben"
"Um?"
"Where are you?"
I turn red.
"With you. Sorry, I just tried to find out what color eyes you have, and probably myself so focused that I wegtrat accidental entry. Sorry. "
Green ..." she says "... you brat."
She giggles happily, leaning forward to me, gives me a peck on the cheek glowing light. It feels like a piece of snow on the skin. Then she takes the empty glass, stands up again and leaves me back toward the kitchen. How
they leave me alone now, with this gesture? Argh!
I try too high and go after her.

As it stands, filled juices into a glass, are rum, vodka, coconut, cream and crushed ice. She sings to herself.
I stand behind them, you look over your shoulder.
"And what do you sing there?"
She turns, you realize how close I am, ends up in my eyes, twitching slightly, blushing himself and dutzt short.
"Ehm, this is Where the wild roses grow."
"And you are Elisa Day?"
"But you want me but do not find dead?" She says, setting a playful shyness in their view. Now I grasp her shoulder.
"Never. Completely different. "
" This is beautiful. "
sings Then on them while we remain anxious.
"They call me The Wild Rose But my name is

Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is Elisa Day
klackert The ice in the second glass-like beads on the floor of a large, solitary house.
Then I try to lower my voice to Nick Cave's depth.
"From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one As she stared in
my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses" So they listened

on to mix, is staring at me, surprised. Also, I'm surprised how well I've met in this moment the sound. I bulls her on the mouth, her teeth comes out easily and switched briefly into the lower lip. As my hand moves to her neck, it drills shrill at the front door.
We discourage both.

"Oh Ah!". She stutters.
"You get more visitors?"
"Not really. Ah. Uh. Hm I see has to pursue again. "

Hasty she leaves the kitchen, I grab one of the two drinks, sip, taste, like me, the taste thaws again and I hear in the hallway opens the door, listen Frauengekicher, fulfills the whole floor and come as two people start. I hear the Geklacker of beer bottles, listen to Sven: "Aaah, what are you doing here. What is a supra ... eh ... surprise! "
" Yes, we thought we'll come back again and attacked up to Vortrinken. "
Then they hatch into the kitchen, staring me in the face and solidify.
"Oh, you've already visited?"
"Yes! This is Torben. "
" Hello Torben, "say the two girls.
"Hi" I reply.
Sven looks over at me and shrugs his shoulders rather abruptly, asked the two of them into the living room comes back to me in the kitchen, grabs the second glass.
"That was not really the plan. But you know what they are like friends .... Or? "
" Yes, I know, "I say and try a jovial smile.
My Nick Cave, "she says, sipping her glass looks deep into my eyes and then we go over to the ladies.

The two talk all the time about things university, exams, new CDs and it is hard for me to follow them. Time to time, to my eyes touch with Svenja. It almost seems as if we would hold hands with the eyes, yet she is on the other end of the living room table as if by a four-lane expressway from word to me separately, while the two friends tackle the space into a verbal bubble wrap that prevents any closer.
I begin to see out the window, thinking of the little singing in the kitchen to tease me, how close it was. Begin to be happy, just as it was and then rummage in the WG-CD collection.
meets Paolo Nutini Bee Gees meets Interpol meets Arctic Monkeys occurs Roger Cicero, Yvonne Elliman, a good Beatsteaksdiscographie, a Beatles discography, a McCartney single, and I remain stuck on The Killers album.
I open them, put them into the player and skipper of "Somebody Told Me", grinning over at her. You realized it immediately, just snaps and determined with the tongue hisses, light, red is a little shake his head and then laugh.
The two friends are so engrossed in their conversation that they register any of it.

passes the evening, a glass empties after the other and in the end, a considerable number refers to different types of glass and beer bottles on the Wohzimmertisch. Together we try to remove the chaos from the regular small cosmos to the WG-thermometer not to bring the rash, until Sven finally comes before us and announce that Disco has chosen them for today evening.

It is night.
The rain has now cleared, when we leave the house and the clouds give free views of the stars. The road is covered with a rain movie and it knatscht under our steps. We walk 20 minutes to empty another bottle of beer, we are having a white plastic bag with us.

We are now completely free, and my initial dislike of Svenja's friends is now gone. While the red lights are staying at a crossroads, there are giggles in a second round of introductions. They are called Sybil, also called Sylle and Mira, the cat would rather be called. Svenja's Note on the back I put out of the question, but call them just like that.
When we crossed the traffic lights , have caught Sven suddenly in to me, her fingers slide between my, she leans her head briefly on my shoulder and says quietly: "It's not at all go so bad now, right?".
"Yes," I say, stroking my thumb just above her hand back, so they do not misunderstand my yes as irony.
"Do you like the two for a bit?"
"At first I found it a bit annoying," I whisper, "but yes, actually they are real nice. You will also represent a reason that you're friends with them have. "
" Yes, I have, "she laughs, pushes me a moment, then runs ten, twenty steps forward, stops, jumps, turns and we know we have arrived.

The Disco is stuffed full, almost bursting at the dance floor and the atmosphere is relaxed. But then comes over me, what music will you offer us here today.
It's a ska night. Like a circus orchestra, the oblique, kitschy colorful tunes blasting out of the pitiful pit jump to which people in wild lunges around each other as if they had lost on the road to the Villa Villekulla.
I look at Sven.
"But now is not serious!"
"HAHA"
"I beg you!"
"No, this is just a little joke, would now be in vain anyway. When we were first here, we enjoy the music after other more. "
" Hmm. Nagut. But real time, that's here is a party after work by the social workers. It is so much ethnic Heinis in Africa do not. "
" Jamaica! "Suddenly
running, ripped something from the musical context, NOFX, and the whole party pack grid completely push, and the hopping around, even in the stands. They all yell "Kill all the white mon!".

"Kill all the white men? What this teacher spoiled children believe, then, where do they go then? "
" Hehe, the I wonder whatever. Beer? "
" Yes, it is necessary. "
We push against the bar when I'm asked about such a large mountain goat dreadlocks carrying einfünfundneunzig if that was next to me my friend.
"Yes," I say and can vekneifen me not to pursue this.
"May I ask you something?"
"Sure," replied the somewhat after three days of water loss smelling young man
"Everything ska?"
"Haha, funny," he says.
"Not really," I reply.
"What have you got against me?"
"What have you got against you?"
"Whew!"
"Achso. Okay, we have actually even further, "I say, look, clearly over to my ladies, after which we leave to my begging towards the shop again.
Frontier already cat, points at me and laughs.
"You should have your eyes have to see when the NOFX played"
"They're OK, right?" I answer.
we move on without comment, Svenja checked back in to me and we walk in front of us while they hervorsummt a new song.
"You're a little kid music, eh?"
"It must be not only accessible opposites attract" she answers, and we look up simultaneously.

In the other Disco announced a pretty regular night, we fight again, first through to the counter, order your next beer. As I look around, I see many young people in particular. The music is better than on the ska night, which was not particularly difficult to reach. In this respect, Svenja diagram is well risen. I am disturbed very little in the highly experienced game of the DJs, who is obviously more to the species as a jukebox for variety artists. Wave after wave of people flooding to his desk to discharge their desire and ebb back to the dance floor.

We are approaching the drama of something and heard all a young girl standing on tiptoe on the podium as she pinched loudly, "Your parents are at a Tennistornia" wishes of Remmi Demmi. We laugh parallel release to the DJ, who immediately waved a counter force to him and told her about it. They, too, starts with no delay, to laugh, runs back to the bar from where the laughter spread fire throughout the store. Within minutes, the little lady to become celebrities of the evening.
doing a little to me then they have to feel sorry and I have a guilty conscience that I am always bitchy. But then I realized how many guys use this Misgeschick, heranzuschmeissen to get used to it. So ignorance is rewarded in life, after all, hold I noticed the bump and Sinier to someone. It is a mid-twenties in Cordsacko, horn-rimmed glasses and brown with a side parting. I apologize. So we get talking. It turns out that he is a DJ from another city, here visiting a friend and on weekends in the store will launch a Special Beat Club, therefore the club would like to see before schonmal.
"And what do you think, what is the potential?" I ask.
"Running is running," he says, "with good music, you can always convincing."
I remember the ska night.
"Not only with good, unfortunately,"
"But we need not know all the Dogs left. "
" You're right. "
We come to drink, and he tells a few jokes, word of which I would like to see at once the half and half already know. He giggles at every point like a little boy who has played a trick, which makes me very sympathetic.

Svenja is in store for us, I imagine each other, they will drag me to the dance floor. I say goodbye even by the guest-DJ with a promise to come to listen to his dinner and shortly after losing Sven and I are in the music. It is rare that one fits the dance of nature, which is in harmony, but we have this rare chance, build a small pieces of Poser and after two or three songs do not care what comes out of the speakers. It's all about us. Everything else is blurred.

She pulls me close into themselves, whispering to me "Nick Cave" in your ear, kiss me behind.
answer I want, but the alcohol is suddenly felt in the lower body, I just cringe. "I'll be there for you," I say, "will not go away".
"Never," she said, smiling, she looks up and keeps dancing, while I rush to the toilet.
A snake has been formed. It takes about ten minutes before I can finally do my business. It is not easy to keep hold as long as I want to go back to her. When I finally get to the train and relaxed visibly go back towards the main room, I see her talking to a girl. I have also seen this girl somewhere. But
been?
Where the hell?
Then it occurs to me again. It is, in addition to the I woke up on Sunday. Shit. The will not know it well? What do I do now? She talks to a hectic
Svenja. They turn briefly to me. Sven looking at me. Distort the mouth. I can not assign these facial expressions. Then pushes his way past the girl and leaves the parts store. Bloody hell. What was the now? Where would they ever know that Sven has to do with me? Has she seen us?
Will they pay back to me?
What should I do now?

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Day 4 / 1: Today I met you. Svenja. But the day glued to my sole like gum

Wednesday
is the air. Literally. It seems as though the day already begun thirty degrees, our home is groaning under the heat. Mars, Anja and I have been awake for eight, because there is no way to continue to the bedroom. Saving as I had the idea to provide us with bowls of cold water under the kitchen table, in which we all hold inside our feet while we watch television and turns with our heads tilted forward and just fall asleep.

streamlined After about three hours, Mars refer to as an undead stumble to the fridge obsolete, out three nectarines, oranges and eggs, and begins to sizzle, and whittle. I can only squint over to Anja, who shares my impression that it borders on insanity, even thinking about food. My stomach and my gullet - I imagine, I can feel exactly how they stick dehydrated from the strains. But, shit, yes! Drinking! This is an idea. I laugh. That's life when one is not used to the getting up early - you forget the most trivial things.
"Trinkäääään", whining, and I slowly tortured in the round, looking helpless and stretch an arm forward like Hansel-and hope Anya's mother that I wake feelings, she hands me something approaching.
But she still looks anguished over to Mars, also stretched out her arm and repeated
"Trinkääähääään! Jehehehehetzt ".

Every person who does not know us would respond immediately to the idea, we would merely effeminate, childish student pack, but not as Mars, there is much to enjoy it if he uses is just begging to. He lets out his hand from the pan, brings more oranges, orange juice pressed from us and to bring 3 bottles of mineral water from the store. Like a hungry pack of bargain hunters, we gasping in the orange juice glass in record time down, sighing loudly, and easier to tilt after the tepid mineral water into us. Anja crowns this entertaining show with a fervent, yet profoundly delicate, feminine belch. Mars kisses her on the forehead and forgives us.

I assure him then that he was the best roommate in the world and that would, if I were a woman, cherish certain fixed intentions towards him, despite all the Platonic love for Anya, who hears when she blogs, only pricked with the tongue flicks, taps me on the shoulder and breathed in in scratch sovereignty a "Dream on" in my face. Your breath smells after eight hours of sleep and orange flesh.
Erotic.
"Say dreams, it also sucks more so when it is warm outside?" Asks us Mars suddenly, while he continued rumstochert in the pan with the egg.
"No, why" answers Anja, while I remember how uncomfortable my dream that night was. The dream that has led the Heat to find that I had to wake up so early.
"Well, sometimes I dream then that it burns. Not so nice. "
" Today I actually dreamed a fucked up shit, "I'll throw," because I did not at all when you wake up, if I'm sweaty from the heat or the excitement. "
"The bad sounds."
I nod to Mars.
"That would interest me now, but already, what did you dream well."
I go ponder, try zusammenzustreichen the pictures again. Is often just shortly after the dream still exactly clear what I was dreaming, so that I imagine I could never forget, but most of those memories disappear within a few hours. .. "
I tell them about a dream in which I caught my parents' house am and from the outside first and then do robbers invade cannibal children. After the house is littered with the bloody children, I save myself in which I slaughtered before they can eat me.
"That was again tight," Mars now and amazed me to see how the two stare at me as a sigh of relief only with fever and sudden.


"Oh MY GOD! I think I would get a heart attack, in this dream. " I look to Anja and notice how your hand trembles. Your sensitive, sensitive way many feel in everyday life difficult.

The worst thing for me would be if one would say that I have to be sick in order to dream this stuff. Or if Anja would now begin to analyze the psychological dream. So by and for Freud libido and suppressed Sexuality and all that stuff. But she puts her hand on my shoulder. And Mars served scrambled eggs.
Basically, I think it's better in a day on which I will certainly see Sven, to start with a nightmare, as if I wake up happy and it will only get worse from that point. How fine it is composed rooms everything. I smile and Mars, I replied "You see, when Dad cooks, there are also all the bad dreams, forget it."
"Yes, you are my private Johann Lafer, only without the ten million in annual sales."
"Hmph! The quiet but you can give me. "
" When I eventually times 've, you get it! I promise! "
Yes, I'll see today Svenja. She looks forward to me, it will be at seven. At seven. So much time for us, until then it is probably dancing. In which shop they will probably want to kidnap me. What she dances well? Sigur Ros she hears that I know, but otherwise?
"scrambled eggs. Mhmm! "I count the seconds, I wonder what to wear, what they will wear well, as it looks at whether there will be something. Whether I should bring condoms? If they want to seduce me? Where do they want me to seduce? The best way I should let everything come to me, I'll see it soon enough.
View of the Clock. 12:48. I'll know more in exactly six hours and twelve minutes.
... ... ... ..

The afternoon will never end. Like an endless road to the road between two villages, as the President's speech in the auditorium on the first Unitag, the paper by a fellow student with annoying voice, like rain in April, it would occur to me many examples, because I'm bored and the time will simply not be killed.
I rummage around in old letters - I have collected them in a big black box. Often when I have a feeling that I stand before some good new, then I open them, remember the good old times. Love letters small messages that describe the path that leads over here. I read a letter she wrote me a poem by Paul Celan. It just fits very well.

It is time that the stone made an effort to flower, time unrest had
beats a heart.
It is time that it is time.

It is time that it is time. The letter smells of Vanilla Kisses of pulses. The back then, almost all the girls taken, I was still sexy. Today there is a slight smell of a small girl, but we were young. The smell has now spent more bitter, but that may be due to the damn hot weather.
If it is true everywhere in the air and dust mites are out in sterile laboratories, they could just dust mites safely hold on my forehead a small pool party, get drunk with Cuba Libre, and have wild sex. Wild sex. Svenja.
I go into the city. "Ice. Now! "

... ..

is also in the city air, I gaze at the clock, 17:10, it will not later. It's as if the thick, heavy air, they would prevent from running, as if they would press push it on the frozen asphalt like a Russian fighter ring her physically inferior opponent from Nigeria.
greasy, white calves against me jump around, black flip-flops from H & M, the Trendfußmode the younger men. A young girl with Slipons, white socks with blue squiggles and short shorts, it is perhaps 17, tigert past me. Might under normal conditions somehow ... kinky, but at such temperatures I just grab me on the head, knee socks felt at 45 degrees, as necessary, a person can have it for? She's still young. What is Sven wear well? Red Light Cinema in the head. I notice that my jeans bulge at the front. Now fast an ice cream.
It helps. Woodruff and vanilla until creamy.
"woodruff" said a voice beside me.
I turn. It is small and plump, has red-colored, poorly red-colored hair, a Sternchentop that holds together only with difficulty to see what no one wants.
I disguise my voice.
"Pardon?"
"woodruff", and repeated it points to a smile.
"Do not speak german. What do you mean with What's my stair?"
"Woodruff! I. .. uh ... askt ju ju ... if ... uh ... Wuttmaster ice cream? "
" Sorry, i do not get, your mister has a stair, what? "
" Ah, ah, ju laik jua ice cream? "
" What? "
"Forgitt et"
"What?"
"Zorri"
"What?"

your Gesichtsrot changes from pale pork in cooked lobster and she leaves. That's that.

A little cat runs past me, she would slip past almost, jumping on my shoes and stroking her hair past my skin. It feels soft, it has quite a cool head, as I can determine on the fly. She's really sweet. I wonder briefly whether I should not take, take and Svenja as Gifts. But then she will surely miss someone. Or not. It is a free animal. Exactly. And I can not simply bring in a function, only because it is cute.
you turn around the next corner. Theme done.

I walk so still a while lost in thought through the streets and come out like magic, all of a sudden return home to.
quarter past six, now I could comfortably take a shower.
But then I remember that I have not taken into account in my calculation of how long it takes me to her. Where does she live at all? Look at the note.
"crap". I create little time.
"Anjaaaaaaaaa"
Anja comes from her room.
"Duuu. You gotta help me! "
" But always after all. What is it about? "
" I have equal to a date and need your bike because it is so far away and the bus service sucks. "
" A date? "
" Argh. I still need a shower. I'll explain everything in detail total promised tomorrow. War I's or not? "
" Yes, well, but tomorrow I know everything! "
" Definitely! "
She goes to her desk, rummages out the key and flicks him over me. My WG. My family. Hach.

showered In no time, I'm lucky, after the blow-dry your hair a perfect fit. The shirt is fit, has no wrinkles, I'm forged exactly the right form. Bring it on.

I swing down on the wheel and drive off. Go, go, go. Above me, it thunders suddenly. Wind is coming. It is dark and cool and within minutes. The wind gets stronger. He chases me through the whole city. Thunderstorms in default. Go, go, go. As the first drops touch my hair, I come to. Nice street. I ring, seven clock two.
It hums, I open. Outside, it is bursting at the clouds, pop the water masses on the street. I walk up the stairs. It shines through the dark clouds only dim light through the window in the stairwell. Heart Journal atmosphere.
There she stands in the doorway. As if she had taken the heat. She is hot. Svenja.
I'm ready.
"There you are!"
Yes, I laugh.
She comes up to me.