The life in knows
Our penguin life: See again in Berlin. Wolfgang flies against the wind. Fourteen instead of thirteen hours. Misses the connection in Frankfurt. Lands with a later machine in Tegel. Its suit-case remains on the distance. I land punctually in beautiful field. March with hand baggage on the rapid-transit railway yard too. Our penguin life: we eat with tonuses. Wolfgang is tired. I wait at the night for its suit-case. Are to guest in the own dwelling. Search on my empty desk traces. The suit-case knocks after midnight on the door. The luggage delivery man asks whether I stones SAM LCL. Yes, legend I. But this is the suit-case of my man. That already blessedly sleeps. Dreams. Somewhere between Guangzhou and Berlin. I come only from Krakau. And nevertheless no more does not know, where I belong.
