Actually otherwise almost always more or less speechless and devastated, but I draw hope again.
There are two mates who like to share my insanity with me.
No: There is no street dog licking my foam from the last beers.
There are two so unsuspicious-unknown conservatives that do not even mind them something when they are held here and there for just stupid.
You do not even afraid to be seen with me.
This is real nachpostmoderne bravery alone.
But not enough. Even without asking me again and again they try to excel at Losheit. (more ...)