no, i am most definately not funny.
sometimes, however, i've surprised even myself... i've actually brought rather (i thought... but who am i to judge...!?) intelligent people... that is, people that/who do not squint or expose their gums while reading the 'Bunte' (it's german...) horoscope (except for an exceptional exception... Steven Hawkins!?)... how i did it... i am not excactly sure... and who cares, it was a moment...whatever!?
i will be back later... much later!!!
later: back in the country, sitting at tom's cafe in landau... (where?) nursing my fourth coffee... it's 11:30 in ze morning...still trying to figure out twitter... twit/idiot remember? have they, the marketing dept. run out of words...!? rhetoric question...
this is, i can smell, going absolutely nowhere... i was in the process... flow of writing something on my recent trip to berlin... but was rudely interrupted... by life. instead of trying to 'fix' a 'bad' tea... we will simply start from scratch... ok?
but just to round it off with a little content: the little boy, aged seven, sitting with his parents opposite me in the 'Bordrestaurant' on the ICE (1 hour late!!!) could'nt find anything 'fastfoodish' enough on the menu... so i suggested the worst of all evils... the baked potato... for €7, something!!! but looking at the dish photographed... a sorry potato drowned in something white... sahne/cream? he pulled up his nose... supported his chin with both hands... two elbows on the table... and sighed....almost a whisper extended...'pommes/chips/french fries.......'
his mother suggested that pommes/fries were actually made from potatos... still no cigar...
he contemplated, looking past me into the past... putting potato... pommes/fries.... together and said: 'I know... I've made Pommes/fries with my mother... but they were still very cold in the center...'
glory, glory halleluja... or ike my youngest used to say: hallo julia!
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