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tales from beyond the bubble wrap

There are no tales from beyond the bubble wrap. I can't tell them. Yet, I can see, out there, there are people living completely different lives. I got on a train, if you want to see Germany, get on that train. I've been a tourist travelling other countries' countrysides, they look different. They are not Germany. It's something about the grass and the trees. Here There Here I am a tourist, too.
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I sit on a bench in Nowheretown, Germany, reading Rainald Goetz, Klage, from inside the bubble wrap, am I smiling, I am, I recognize the wrapping. My arm reaches out, I am trying to touch the clouds, the sky looks extremely close, close and squeezable. Ridiculously close, why is that, I am only 400 metres above sea level, here there here this is not the Alps.
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Back. On the train, Jason Schwartzman travelling through India in a perfectly tailored Marc Jacobs suit. I fell in love with a fox in corduroys. On Saturday. Familiar wrappings. I wrap myself in a train travelling through India Germany.
Back. There Here In Berlin. The sky far up, my hands rest in my lap, not tempted. Skyscrapers never touch it, too.
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foxfit, never touch ground:
saturday's corduroys through monday's slacks.

Stuffed fleas

This is not only the first test entry for this new blog of ours. This is also the very first blog entry I've ever written in my entire life. Therefore, it's going to be just plain boring. Promise!

Went off to the flea market at Betahaus today. Nice atmosphere. But found nothing special, though the two pairs of green sequin hotpants and glittery bronze leggings were really quite eye-catchy. Saw a lot of hip teens, surprisingly no familiar faces despite one girl whom I wasn't able to sort into any of my brain's drawers.

Strolled down the Oranienstraße afterwards, had burgers, fries and an ice cream. The sun's been shining all the time. A pretty day, wasn't it?