How life moves in cycles. Prone to recursion. Like turns to love turns to need turns to hate. You tire easily, you do. Yesterday cooked dinner for eight at Stusta. Guest list: the Mikes, Marco, Maran, Donatella, Erich, Giorgio and myself. Marco and I, as I concluded in an after-dinner game of Kemps, are utterly …
Friday was a bitch. I left my file at the bank, had to miss a class just to find it, and exhausted just about every single possibility before reaching the conclusion it must be at the Marienplatz money-bin. I got to the bank just as they were closing for lunch and had to bang on …
Just a rumination on yet another death threat: I notice that Hadi, who’s a lefty, wears his wristwatch on his left hand, and he’s noticed that I strap mine on my right, me the right-hander. He mutters slyly that we’re similar in that sense, and because of that, he’s gotta kill me. Right.
The things I do. Despite coming home late last night (a horrible Halloween due to my indecision; it cost J-Dawg and Hadi the foam party – sorry!) and knowing it was a crazy idea to wake so early, I got up anyway. After a shower and breakfast, I went to Hauptbahnhof for a couple of …
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