«Our sea fan from Thailand is falling apart.» «Fanning apart. Haha.» «Now, that’s why it’s called a sea fan: He’s not fan of the land. He’s fan of the sea!» «and he’s fanning into oblivion.» «Fan well, little sea fan.»
“Don’t look into my eyes, look into my tattoo’s eyes.” “Happy?” “Yes, it says “happy”, a word surrounded by hand-drawn circles.” “It’s hazy, happy and crazy.” “It’s temporary.”
„Guten Tag,“ sagt die Verkäuferin, „was kann ich für sie tun?“ „Ich möchte gerne Glück aus der Dose.” “Das haben wir leider nur frisch und geschnitten.” ————————————————– “Good morning,” says the vendor, “what can I do for you?” “I’d like some happiness in a can.” “That we have, but only fresh and sliced.”
Back from vacation, I am struck by Berlin winter. To be warm, I pep up my recently purchased in style robe coat with my old jacket underneath. In the 3 degrees outside I start sweating and smile to myself: This cocoon around me is a little Thailand – a souvenir called sweating.
My favourite pullover is my pull lover
“Where is my boun boun?” This phrase bobbed up in my head when searching for my wallet and an intuitive word for wallet was born, all right.
First Hollywood, then Bollywood, then Nollywood, now Berlywood! Movies from Berlin Nach Hollywood, kommt Bollywood, Nollywood und Berlywood! Filme aus Berlin. (No hit on google 25.10.2015) (Kein Hit auf Google 25.10.2015)
I went up the stairs. Everything was hopelessly gray: the concrete stairs, the old walls, the sky through the window, the street, the building opposite. Only one of the balconies was framed by a big, fat red bush of geranium. I thought I should ring their bell and tell them how happy their flowers made […]
«I sometimes drink the rest of your Peppermint tea in the morning, cold.» «You’re a tea vulture.»
When high blood pressure turns into pleasure