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Berlin beautiful pasture. Wilhelminenhofstraße. In one of the many stalls of a convenience store shortly before midnight sitting around useless behind a counter. Sits there and äugt. Bleaching, the pores red, eyes veined. And äugt, so that I hide no six carriers beer under my coat and then go out. It's almost physically feel that you do not know me here. Mistrust is sometimes so tangible. Back in the room in a gallery behind the dingy half-full drinks fridge hang this weekend just before midnight other Debile around and stare at sad greasy monitors. They probably look here, since DSF Sexy Sports Clips at night no longer jj foodservice sends, naked women, because the old home depends the day before Facebook and play replacement life. It can not be otherwise. Not here. Not in this desolate place in this desolate part of town. Outside jj foodservice bellow young Landserlieder, a roaring in bad German that his grandfather was a "storm leader in the SS." This has been going purely biologically, jj foodservice I smartass into me, it must have been the great-grandfather, who has long been fertilizes the Märkischen sand fortunately for the world. But he can not know the little sprachgehandicapte Nazi with the star castle-bottle on Schandmaul. True, yes, now it occurs to me: Around the corner is this Faschokneipe, Confound, jj foodservice from which one reads again and again in the newspaper. Nazi country. National liberated zone. Here one still says Negro or winking semi-ironic "maximum pigmented fellow citizens" and then laughs sardonically. I am cold. There is no good beer here to buy at all, only a few things, what you can bring in good conscience to a party. Kindl. Schultheiss. Berliner Pilsener. And Sterni. The horse piss. Course. Veltins with Energy, Veltins with Curuba, Veltins with Cola, cheapest Fuselrum, the worst dornfelder wine waste, boxes of Pfläumli and whiskey cream, Babalou, Jagermeister in any case - if only because of fracture font. If I had all the booze every day in this place, jj foodservice while constantly RTL 2 is running in the flat screen telly, overflowing the ashtray, I'm getting fat from the daily rotten meat kebab for 1.99 and fucks my partner every week someone else in Vollsuff, maybe I would also sometime jj foodservice as dull as the swollen drunkard over to the tram stop, which circulate as the culmination of another gave away a bottle of vodka Tags from net. Brain wears out with time, sore shot of sublayers television, jj foodservice alcohol, and the sinister society of broken souls of other time killers, all contrary to vegetate here together sedated her merciful death. I buy Becks, the smallest denominator that you can bring to a party, without embarrassing yourself. "Hi." "Wat?" "Hi." "Wat hi?" "Hi as Hi." "Hello. Sixty Nine." Ah, thank you, I see, here they say more than "Hi" as part of Heil Hitler, but not as an isolated greeting. There is at least still greeted German, even if not so well spoken. Such educated by language teachers behind the counter I step out into the night and remove me from a not quite sure text presented Horst Wessel song, the burps one of the losers in the world outside the door of this sad late purchase. jj foodservice From the building fabric creates a beautiful area, Beautiful pasture, I think, as the German national songs slowly faded away behind me. Actually. Only of what lives in it and rumtreibt here, completely gutted and stripped of his dignity. And then I'll be glad when does happen from time to time still an S-Bahn, which ensures that I get out of here quickly, if I have enough dark inhaled Germany.
Absolutely creepy. And somehow damn sad that something actually still there, so a dirty rights stronghold in an otherwise but international city. When reading, I had to think of the (former?) "Club 88" in Neumünster / Schleswig-Holstein, which was almost opposite jj foodservice the shack of a former girlfriend. This made the common wellbeing evening then through the open window also gladly times gegröhltes Germanism in its pure shitty awareness. Fortunately, she lived there only scarce four months. The "Club 88" in NMS alone would sometimes worth s own blog text, but the topic is difficult. Let me try it once ... 7 May 2013 05:57
The Club 88 is the way out for a long time with neo-Nazis. Do not need no more trouble to. Furthermore, the former regulars are today all rockers, well, the time has also changed much in Neumünster. 20 May 2013 14:08
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