hope you're having some proper scran there!

get-together. a group of women belonging to the linkspartei group who had been at the bathroom when they were thrown out returned, one of them confronted the fdp councilor (an economics professor), called him a "völkermörder und genozid-freund" and slapped him.

joined by a number of other guests). a councilor from fdp (libertarian-ish party, voter base are dentists, real estate people and pro israel fanatics) asked them to stop and when they didn't asked the people who run the tent to throw them out which they did since it's supposed to be an apolitical

one of the main reasons why i like my tiny apartment: i can be at this spot (east side of the feld) by foot in a couple of minutes and cross it walking into the sunset which takes about 20-30 minutes (which i did today but hadn't done as much this summer as in the years before)

get well soon! i'm also feeling a bit sick since the afternoon but haven't given up hope yet that i can avoid a full cold

kind of, it's tempelhofer feld

almost the same here and quite the beautiful sunset today

i think it's because it was invented so late (i played clarinet and some tenor sax as a teenager) when a lot of orchestral music had already been written

gute besserung!

in german it's a "polish exit" and i think pretty much every country in europe names it after their neighbors

happy belated birthday!

i think it's checking out the space between the fence and the cars which is basically a sidewalk in a rather disrepaired state. there must be some mice or other potential food running between the stretch of grass inside the fence and the street

i returned to the spot 10 minutes later and it was still there. it's been a difficult year for owls i guess: the winter was pretty cold which was probably bad for the mice on tempelhofer feld (it's the surrounding fence). fewer owlets than the last years but i still regularly see some

guten verlauf und schnelle heilung (den text lese ich später)!

and happy birthday of course!

i've for many years wanted but somehow never managed to read under the volcano, mainly due to this stylish little book which combines an autobiographic text by fitzgerald with an essay about the text and about u t.v. by deleuze