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Day 6: When I go in there now, I'm feeling Westerwelle.

"Guess who I met just now learned ..."
I repeat the phrase in my head. Guess. Yes, whom?
"No idea. Santa Claus? "
" no. Sven. "

Svenja! My lips move together, as if I had drunk a frog on glass ex-vinegar cleaner. Svenja. My eyelids fidget. I will not let me say the turmoil. What she learns just know Sven? Hello? I had been thinking of keeping those two worlds neatly separated.
"No! Is not true! Really? How did this happen? No! Tell me! "
Anja shows me the bird. "Are you still fresh? What is the matter with you? "
" Huh? "
" Huh? "
" Häää? `"
"Torben? Come on now clear? "
" W. .. www...wie you know the learned? Tell me! "
I lean against the wall and let myself slowly fall to the ground. Anja kneels down beside it.
"Tiger. I wanted to pick up my bike and when I just catch them with their types is around the corner bent and looks at me. Of course she was perplexed, because they prior to their types could not explain why she thought that this was not my bike. "
" Oh! And then? "

" Then she stops and stares at me, its type, is now totally confused and grunts around a little bit puzzled. Suddenly she asks me if that was my bike and I fetch for my friend who has the leave there drunk. "
" You said what? Are you crazy completely? Did you have any? "
" Haha, no, I did not say that. I said that it is my bike and I borrowed a friend who is drunk, there has not drunk. Then, the two nodded and her type is passed in the House. She stopped and asked me if I would know you. Well, I have not lied. And you, Torben, which is nice. Real. And pretty. Those eyes ... "
" Yes, I know ...", I sigh and stare to the side, "... what else did she say? "
" Not much. Kram halt. I will greet you. Then she went high. For her pimp. "

Her pimp. Shit. Anja and they may be. That I do not like at all. Svenja. I see now before me and feel that I want to it, preferably immediately. To her. Your shit bloke I would throw out the window and it would probably hand me to sit next to her. I'm in love. Shit. At least it is clear that I am not in love with Martha. And if Martha has now fallen in love with me? Sure, me and Sven's not gone differently. I am totally stupid. Why does such a thing happened?

"What shall I do now, Anja"
I see her in the eye and it seems now to remember what is in front of me. I point to the kitchen and shrug my shoulders.
"I'm an idiot and you should connect me in the ass. You should set this to me now send in and tell me that you do not deal so with people and that I should grow up. And then I will answer you that I have a mind and that there is this feeling like a police command always from the safety of intelligent life out and drives me naked poses outside the front door and shouting at the wall to listen to my feelings. And .... and ... Help me! "
" You know what friendship is, is it? Bubby? "I stop short. "Watch. I can see in his eyes and I know you long enough to know that you're a slob and a liar. I like Martha, and we are well known. But the two of us here, we are friends. You know the difference. And the guy. The Type. That will be difficult. I've seen the same. She likes. And he too. Not that you in the end ... "

" And what brings me the kitchen when I at once "Svenja" on the floor sit and ponder? Is it not correct. If I go in there now, I'm a miserable opportunist. A feeling Westerwelle. "
" Have you ever asked Martha if she wants to marry you now? You had sex and a nice day. Sometimes you are on your cranky but kind a philistine. "
" Come! You're even the last Spikerdoe. "
We laugh. "If you want a tip, go there now. And I'll come with you. I am the accomplice. Then we make a great evening and do not you take yourself too seriously but playing down the good times. And you still cool with each other. But stay away from your big Hollywood number. Let it be a casual affair. And be honest. This can all live. And if not, they will tell you and give you a run-pass. Tomorrow you can then conquer your still Sven. "

I sigh again. I should get paid for my slow sigh. I get up and Anja is putting on my arm too high. We nod, she mimics my sighs and smiles.
"And no word on Mars."
"Never ever!"
"Good!"
We go to the kitchen, where three-filled wine glasses on the table. We take a swig.
"Who is Sven?" Asks Martha, when she turns to us. Anja choked and gets a coughing fit.
"A lady with whom I have not met, because she has a boyfriend."
"And if she had no friend ... Would you be with her? "
" Probably. "
" And how do I find it? "
" No idea, as you shall find. I forget my mind control cap. "

Martha comes up to me and skin me on the butt.
"loose." Loose. I try and wink at her while I forge plans in mind, as I will conquer Svenja. Stay relaxed. That sounds like a free ride. Or not?
In a quiet moment I'll write my lady from the other half of the city a text message in which I ask them for an audience. During this, we spend an entertaining evening, we drink and eat and go out. The club sells all worried, we're dancing close and I feel wide enough to sit on two chairs. Wide enough to Martha and Sven in my life to bring under. I imagine Anja at my side. That will make things easier for me. Much easier. I am afraid just before Mars reaction. He is a proper man, conscientious, morally perfect. I think often that Anja is with him, so he brings a bit of structure in their lives. I think many women would like this way I would probably need a woman, the structure in my life brings. A full-time job. At least I have my WG.

The next morning I take a small craft hour. I close the door. I was almost half a day at a time very rational. In war there is no room for rational decisions. I bind myself my old Karate Kid-cloth around the forehead and Gribble in my old box for an even older remains of mix-tape, pour out the whole damn thing until I find one. I paint them with model-pins, tape the envelope paper scraps with pithy messages of love that I made up of lying about free magazines caste.
Then I play 20 times "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" on the tape until it almost tears in front of embassy. I grab from the drawer Duplo and tie from the wrapping paper a ring, I tore a blank page from my old "My school friends" book and fill it to scrawl out with the latest information from me. What I hope for her future? "A long and fulfilling year with me," An old
Ebay cardboard is covered with another magazine scraps, decked out with old wrapping paper and used as jewelry box for my war chest, as I baptize them. The little plastic elephant, a button, one of my favorite books and a splash of eau de toilette. The splashes I regret now, but it can also change anything. You have to go out because sometimes it hurts to love. I nod.

In the city, I still get "Benny and Joon" on DVD, a mini-bottle of wine and two plastic glasses, two blueberry muffins, put everything into the war chest, they glue them and stand by 15 clock at her door.
Brrrrt makes the buzzer. Quick I run up stairs to you, I'm so euphoric that I got to watch her in anticipation of my little box not to throw in the face and run into the arms of their types.
"What did you do in such a hurry?" He barks at me.
"I have a hyperactive circuit, Mister" I bell back. "Hyperthyroidism."
I want him to like to slap the next wall. What is this Kotkerbe here anyway? Why the appointment of the, if I say that I come from? I would like to throw my package in the next bin.
No No No.

breathe through. It is war. I need to stay cool. I smile at the Pinkel. Sven comes from the kitchen and looks unhappy. They distort the mouth, I nod.
"I have brought you ...", what I say, without paying tribute to her boyfriend of a further look ... "For help from the Department,"
"Oh, you're crazy," she said, and I notice how she pulls together so as not to burst with joy.
Very good. Then I turn me but to him, smile at him and think "You're fucked, you bum."
"This is already the second surprise, today. You've got 'nen correct drive, honey. "
I turn to him. Treasure. You bum.
"Aha?"
"Yes, I've invited today to NEN short trip to Prague."
"Oh how pretty."
ass face. You can push you in Prague Tuckenjeans your ass.
"Yes, I am a true child of fortune ...", she mumbles and laughs embarrassed.
"When are you going for?"
"morning", he pops like a small water pistol against my forehead.
Svenja said that they would shortly bring cake, as she had promised in the reply SMS. My hope is that her Wackeldackel looking into the distance, remains unfulfilled. We are alone in the apartment. Reluctantly
developed between us a call, he repeatedly tried to fish out what I think about Sven. Just as he would smell that I follow as my intentions. I try so vague and platonic as possible to sound and in between I find myself, as I one of his sentences and anecdotes find sympathetic. The dog wants to soften me, me wear down.
I escape to the bathroom. There I sit and read again and again the few SMS, we have exchanged so far and hope to strengthen my morale by this. Five minutes pass, ten. He knocks on the door and asks if everything is okay. I wake up and oblique slam face-first into the edge of the basin.
"Shit!"
"What happened?" He shouts from the other side.
"Shit," I roar back, "who would build such a close bathroom?"
I look in the mirror. Shit. A violet. As I close the door to receive me now his dirty laugh.
"Oh dear ... what did you organize it? "
" I slammed on rising with the face against the sink. "
" How stupid can you get? "
" What? Goofy? What are you doing? ", It echoes from the hallway. Sven comes in with the cake, looks at me, looks at her friend, drops the cake.
"Did you have all the attention?"

Cleaning Sansha Ballet Shoes

Day 5 / 4: "Why is the animal a scarf? Is a gay cowboy, or what "

your foot slides up on my leg. It feels itchy, she smiles more like a playful game cat from a sixties movie. With or without a red collar, no matter Her foot moved to my knee, Anja fumbles around in her hair while they considered to face standby, as I now can be persuaded not to want to Sven.
"It's not bad," she says suddenly, "when the times considered ...".
Martha's foot is on my knee as we both like tied up and mouth open to look her over.
"Eh?"
"Yes, so if I get the bike and Mars is not there ..."
"Ääähh?
Martha does me, Anja wants to kick me and also noticed Martha's leg, which immediately flinches
.

"EY! What can I do if he does not strapped? "Boxing Anja on it.
I lean back and do not know if I should be grateful for the brief distraction, or prefer to use the mini window of time in order to obtain clarity about what I will do for now.
Svenja, Martha.
If you have a dolphin in garden's pool, why should anyone have to fish on the roof? Why do I want to chase ever? Men are so primitive Vin Diesel after a nuclear accident. I imagine how I transform myself having sex with Martha in Hulk, very shortly before orgasm, and thus the bed collapses.
"Urgh!"
"Urgh? All right with you, boy? "
" ever had the idea of using a cartoon character to have sex? "
" Yes, with Wolverine. You know that, man, "pflaumt me to Anja and begins to rave about," rrrrr, Hugh Jackman. Yum Yum Yum. "
" Hugh Jackman? No, no. Gambit much prefer if we are talking about the Xmen. Then I would be Rogue. Could show me some nice card tricks. Yes, yes. "
I cut down on the table. "So, ladies: Anja today is pick up the bike and what we make two pretty ones that we see."
Both me sparkle like sugar elves.
"Well, and if I get the bike and you with your" we see "Be ready, then you can what We all cook and so on. "

" Cooking! Yes! I'll make the best dumplings in the world! ", Shouts Martha, she slaps in the hand so as I am presenting the fact in an old Polish mother, who baked a cake for joy at their own craft claps enthusiastically in their hands vollgemehlten. But Martha is not a millimeter-old Polish mother. It slips down the towel, it unfortunately stops just before the nipples and pulls it back up. I look stunned and excited at.
"The best what?" Attacks against Anja happy-between.
"pirogues. Potato dumplings with filling. "
" Geil. Or? Torben?
"Uh? Horny? Yes .... Guilty. "
" Huh? "
" Yes, we do it then. "

I remember a phrase from my father when he views the work came home, I was one of my rare visits home and sat with my mother in the kitchen, we talked about women of my age.
"eating, fucking, sleeping. Thus, a student life, I would like to have some time, lazy sack. "
time I've not yet taken as seriously, he strikes out so often these pods. A friend of mine had a dog and she always tied to a red scarf. As we went along with dog on a weekend with my parents, was his first Comment "Why is the animal a scarf? Is a gay cowboy, or what? "And
guck us now. All day: drinking, partying, eating, Labern. A single pinkneonfarbenes Sodom and Gomorrah, only that we are not a revenge angel with a flaming sword, but with at best a screen in front of Darth Vader and light saber, and the only punishment are longer and longer commercial breaks, and our general supersaturated inertia.
inertia?

"Yes, come Anja pull, then you and make yourself useful!"
"Watch me, the Pasha ...". She realizes that to hear but I do not stare at Martha and I wonder what can I do, so they again claps his hands and even her towel slipped once.
fight all of my ideas of inertia, I begin to stride out with my fingers on the table, "All the little kitten fly to sing ...." what Martha immediately with a fervent" Tüüüüf "einsteigt.
I tripple elaborate on the table. tears "All sugar fliegöööööön elves with towels ..." and Martha up his arms and laughs out loud "HOOOOCH" and at this very moment it slipped off the towel, down to the belly. Martha is married or red Anja can wonder at the spectacle, they notice my dirty grin winner, to the press, I'm not able.
"I must go. I have to GET AWAY, "Anja mumbles, shaking her head as she gets up and leaves the kitchen.

your departure I did not acknowledge.
but I've just only have eyes for Martha and point to her towel. "You carry the still, or can the way?" She growls benevolent. We decide
short hand, seek out the shower together.
tense march like a ring rope we straight across, I'll throw the door slams shut loudly and hastily, before me the very pressing and pushing her tongue into my throat. I
am shortly before the explosion, my fingers are at full power, my penis out beats like a transport timber swings out, I pull her down the towel. The shower we can not reach.
For an hour we romp around on the floor, we continually fall over each other, jockeying to bite, we kiss, give us all over again like two hungry wolves who come together after months in a deserted forest.
"If you only half as good cook ..."
"wait and see, lad."

One hour later we leave halfway showered and slightly exhausted the battlefield to us in the kitchen to enjoy a kind of food for the journey. My father
is a wise man "fucking and eating"
Radical and as if we were not just slipped out of a virgin acquaintance overnight in a Fickaffäre, we intimately and couples by way of purchase disgusting grin. Martha gives me a small digression into the Polish cuisine. In all sorts of foods we stop, she says, what you could do with it and in which great, have not surpassed their relative variations of it already conjured up a feast. It occurs about the dangerous threshold, says several times that I should try it, that I may one day come along and that I must polish their relationship to their Binge drinking and singing certainly would like. I was even more open than the typical German. I do not like this Vorausplanunungsschwellen about which one enters after a beautiful day to second as quickly, a fatal vein that I myself also own and over again and wonder if she subconsciously happened only in order the whole beautiful moment, a monumental foundation pour. Rather than simply to enjoy one thing, some people do verprunken gild everything.
Martha grabs my hand as we stand at the refrigerated section and pick the meat for the filling. And I do not hear any alarm bells. It does not bother me. I look around, I try to go to me and to listen, if my heart beat sounds like a disease. But there is nothing.
here just fall in love with two people? Or is that really the spectacle that is part of a successful affair of two class clowns, top dogs, verbal peacocks that?

On the way home, the sun shines, I wear the bag, Martha seems to wear my worries and thoughts, I feel that is something I rarely feel. The warmth of the sun on my nose, the wind in your hair, the little things that you always hear or feel when broods. They speak against fellow students, I have to laugh again and again while I think of summer on the fur. Straight We are a fortress. Outside the front door, I ask myself again if the fortress is only made of styrofoam as the fortifications, they tinker for movies like Star Wars or Lord he rings. Whether this is a gift, as the small packet that hang as a decoration on the Christmas tree of my parents and I was disappointed as a child when I could not hold back and unpacked.
I should unpack this package, should I let the moment on the nose appear. Brrr. I feel cheesy and attack Martha in the butt. We close on the shopping bag in the hallway shoving and disappear in the bathroom until it eventually knocks on the door.
We are on the ground, our hair rumpled. She stands up first, pulls her T-shirt on and scurries through the door to the outside.
through the wood I hear it whisper.
"Oh great, you did not cook? Have you been there until now there? "
Anja What happened?
shit. Maybe she really has trouble with Mars? And we do around here all the time, regardless?
I prefer my stuff quickly, go through my hair and come out even.
"Torbeeeeeen! Marrrrtthaaa! I Hungeeeeeeer "

Martha nods eagerly grabs the shopping and runs into the kitchen, from which she roars
" Weitzel Captain on the bridge, it I'm set. "
" Come away, "I'll call afterward.
Anja stands before me.
I grasp her shoulder.
"Anja, honey. Is everything all right? "
" Obviously, with me already. "
" Really? If it is because of what Mars, you can tell me. "
I nod to the kitchen door.
"This can also wait for everything."
Anja sighed in a mixture of relief and amusement.
"Did you really think I have stress with Mars? No. I miss him just a bit. "
" real ... I am ... glad that this is so. "
" But you, Torben "
" Yes? "
"Guess who I met just now learned ..."

Why Do I Get Pimples In My Scalp?

Day 5 / 3: I stand before you, Anja hesitates, the thunder of the gods takes draws closer, her right over our house. He must be, I know.

a breath, there is eternity. I stand before you, Anja hesitates, the thunder of the gods draws nearer draws forth directly above our house. He must be, I know. The anger.

Anja warp their Schnute, soon she will start and tell me what a stupid, indecisive, cowardly, do not expose all the serious things-meaning idiot I am. My forearms are covered with Hautpartikelstalaktiten. Chill.

It occurs to me. Your eyes. Her hand is extended. I cringe, put on my face slightly pinched to the side and watch. It is as it was when I had to take a slap in my mother's eager reception.
"So ..."
"So ...?"
"You're doing already, Torben. You are already great. "
Anja smirking smiles and pats me gently on the shoulder herb.
My view mimics the sale window of a general-purpose € discounter.
"No hard break. Go for it, Tiger. "

you flipped on my butt, I stumble to Martha in my room, which has made it comfortable on the edge of the bed, within its capabilities.
me rob the fear of silence. "Sit down!" She asked me imperative and pat you on the edge of the bed, her pupils hold it as my father's hand the hand of his daughter when they first go to the fair together.

I smile and turn red.
"Where we were, Madame?"
"Da?"
your arm slips against my nudges at him to leave no room for Spekualtionen. I grab my hand and let them walk over him. She smiles too, only without the redness. Lady Sovereign. Oho. When she slipped closer and puts her hand on my shoulder stops, everything.
"You tremble?"
I slide back far millimeter, millimeter, to give them any importance horizon.
"You make me ... .
"Not bad!"

Martha. I would like to tell her what it feels like to be. No. can I would like to take their eyes and screws in my head, so that they see through my eyes feel cinema live and in stereo, do understand. See myself as a glass jar, greedy and yearning and uncertain whether the M & Ms, it was intended to fill their record, nor can without breaking. Whether it's all about the filling or the interaction of glass and specialty chocolate nut.
"Pull yourself together," I whisper to me. No, it makes no sense to tell her something. If one is so fresh, one should not plagued with problems and weaknesses, as one should enjoy the time or not? An honest Start is a best? Well, that would be given the overall situation not always possible. My head rattles, zattert my heart.

"Easy," she says and laughs. She is just so disgusting perfect. Anja could tell me often, my escapades failed due to my excessive demands on the romance, stand no woman, no man. Martha is now the rock in the romantic bay. Caspar David Friedrich would be the perfect man for this snapshot. Caspar, you rock.
kiss. My heart races. The lips are looking to open the fingers, and how quickly and let us fall. We love each other a long time and the sweat makes us equal. She is beautiful, I feel this way. Who is someone that is something? Nothing more. Idle thoughts we are next to each other.
morning, the sun pierces through the unprotected window, I twist myself to page, the page is blank. Two agitators later
brooding hair is still no Martha next to me. Look at the ceiling.

had drunk so much I did not? I turn to the side, to teach me. Your clothes on the floor ... good. I grab a pair of jeans and a shirt and walk into the kitchen where Anja greets me with wide flood light grin.
"Well Champ? Was it still good? "
"Hmm," I watch and whisper in the refrigerator.
"Just let it but once the dairy cow in the meadow. Everything good? "
" I watch just in the fridge, if Martha is here. In my room it is certainly not. "
" This is a shower, you sleepy heads-Casanova. Can I have details? Na? "
" Why are you even awake? Are not you a little bit too curious for this time? "
" It's eleven? "
" Eleven? "
" IT WAS aaalright?

I nod and she pierced with looks after, pulsing until her forehead wrinkle.
"Breathe through, my goodness. It was good ... with Martha. "
" Fine so far. And you do not worry yesterday .... If you want to go I pick up my bike then after yourself, if you tell me where to find it. "
" I do already use ... very nice of you, despite all that. "
" No, you can the day but different. Mietz. Mietz. "
" Nope. I'll do it. ... I do I have for him some day take over my actions responsibility. "
Anja smiles briefly.
" Good, good. responsibility. "
" Responsibility for what? "
Martha stands in the doorway and looks at us.
" If you have cows in the meadow, you have to himself Anja and milk do not always send out. "
" With cows you mean women? "
" With cows I mean abstract examples of something that will actually make no sense. We talk in the morning like weird shit. "
" So So "

added Ehrlich was my second thought after the wax is why I for the night with Martha, whom I barely know have slept with Sven and not something that I this morning again haunted by the head. But now Martha is before me and nothing but a big blue towel from the Anja collection around the body and wet hair, the pony has is her cheeky face. I purr by accident, she thanks to grin it and pushes me a quick kiss on the lips before she joins her cup, one has her well-suited to the shower before passage.
"Hi hi, where do you look so moist cloth like a dolphin!" Anja exults in its semi-dormant Keck. Martha starts from top to bottom to pattern itself, while I think that there was in the 90s, a comedy review in which the young Timmy had an erotic relationship with Flipper. I also look down at Martha and baptize myself, shortly Timmy.

"What are we doing today beautiful? Or you have something to do? "
" Torben must pick up after my bike. But I would also do it yourself. At least, what if you want to do together. "
like a jousting she drives me to the plank. The piece. They both look at me like a DDR-Finding Commission. This is the little anger of the gods. Anja has to squint while trying not to laugh at me triumphantly. I try to connect to under the kitchen table, but on patrol at Martha's leg, which immediately seized my foot and caresses with her toes. Should I still get the gods. I luge quickly upward. Not gods. Hm

What do I do now? No Gods anger, perhaps a divine spark? Can one tell me what time would be now a grown, wise decision that I do not regret?
I watch Martha questioningly. She grins.