Berlin. Huttenstrasse
Café picture book. Around ten. Acacia road. I in-ordered it all. Hildegard. Maria K. Rhea. In alphabetical order. With Rhea I was one year ago in Kwiatonowice. In March we met on Maui, flew ourselves over the volcano. And now. Like always. No miracle. Separate the picture book Café in beautiful mountain. Maria K. run tent the forehead. She is an experienced woman. Horoskope lie. Only Hildegard is confident. Still the main station feeling. Bar of any capital. The life in the 1-second pulse. Goslarer place. After one. We come too late. The lunch with mother-in-law. Since beginning month lives it alone. Huttenstrasse. Around three. First stick. In the middle in the city. A senior home. Father-in-law eyes shine. He likes young women. Still. But that is already everything. The hands look for occupation. The head would like home. The legs do not carry the body. The tongue does not bring thoughts on the way. The soul does not find the exit. Outside it becomes already darkly. Consciousness is tired. Opposite with WaKüFa one can buy everything. White commodity.
