Martin part of 3
Today is Andreas night. And I am alone with Martin. Stayed. In the mansion. All different away-drove. And in the kitchen of two full refrigerators and a full supply shelf. With Unaufgegessenem. We threw everything away. Regardless of the durability date. How much Śmietana. How much sweet butter. How much sunflower honey. At most enormous amounts surprised me mustard grains inserted by mustard bottles, mustard senfgläsern and. About what do scholarship holders from all world in Krakau nourish themselves? Obviously mainly - however I do not have notion why and to which - from swung, large and small „S “. We threw everything away. Without consideration for initial letters. Without consideration for tongue and language. Without consideration for taste. Without consideration for color. Without consideration for packing. Without consideration for contents. Without consideration on the degrees of the Verschimmelung. „“, Guessed/advised Martin do not best even look at essentially. And ran into his room up, got empty plastic bags. Then it started again, because we needed a ball-point pen. Sometimes humans want to note somewhat. Regardless of all adversities. Above on the cabinet the dusty note book of Mr. András Rácz from Budapest lay. Today is Andreas night. And Martin and I stayed alone. We inhabit the middle east rooms of the Łaskihauses. It in the first stick. I with the Engelin in second. Under the roof.
