Munich, Caritas-girls dorm, sixth floor, overlooking the Olympic Park here I lie, the hardest Cleaner on my yellow and red striped blanket, crouched elbows on the sixties Mamorfensterbank and rigid in the ausicht. Concentration! I have a job! In the other direction, this awful house which has me missing the organization, I can not stare me cry because there all so colorful that it would distract me from my tough thought. How is this to do everything? How to proceed effectively? I see red. And yellow. If I'm not here to do a job, lives in this bower a Russian woman. Red Carpet - (! Again pursues me), yellow cabinets, lots of purple, too many indoor plants, funfair large stuffed animals in grüngekachelte, basin area, dozens of color photos of Russian family members and eye-catching in between an airbrush dog poster with a puppy under his left ear a little kitty-cat sleeps. And even so a few garlands of tinsel here and there. Refrigerator next to the head of my youth IKEA bed. Hum hum. Artificial Antarctica for a cool head? Same pink post-it notes to your future Oropax buy at my favorite pharmacy in the Schleissheimer road. Showers are down the hall. No bathtub. And so , then, to destroy material as a cleaner. Acid is also not, unless you use the red wine as such, I have on the first day in theaters discreetly steal in order to reduce the initial impact of color in my apartment. But after all you have to say: everything is a very harmless larva of the hardest of all Cleaner: me. had never possessed, I have been watching everything watching, had me good a white (garment) BP-dress, got on a Berlinale party jumped around with NEM vain protagonist converses ("great dress, I'll get NEN Spot") even had what no one knows my colleagues, a flirtation with Richard von Weizsacker ... but never, NEVER! I had this "Oh what a pity these clothes are still sooo beautiful "- devoted to sentimentality, even for a brief moment, even if Lisa D. (for which the D stand for?) that believes because of the ominous note I have written, where" it says please do not unravel. " But the only..?.. preparation and calculation for future acts of thinking ahead is what we need soon I am ready I am waiting late stepping into being, even my Orderer with Possession numbering is confused, I confess: No, I am never been and never has been. Show yourself only, mind, I'm facing my XXL-butterfly net! Sun is now dark outside and I can probably dare me with my favorite NORMA Schleissheimer in the street still fast to buy a bag of soup for deserved weekend.
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