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The Ex from Bremen gave me a call. Oh well. It was fun talking to her, and hearing her voice still makes my ears stand tall. The ears, people, only the ears.
Later I checked out a possible new apartment in F-Bockenheim, high up under the roof. Strange coincidence, the landlord is a famous musician. I met him at a party more than a decade ago; he remembers friends of mine, but he didn't remember me. Sure he would be a good landlord, but unfortunately the stairs to the apartment are far too steep for the old rheumatic me. Climbing up to the sixth floor left me somewhat breathless. So, no apartment with a scenic skyline view for the aging polar bear.
Just watched a Stasi espionage flick, "Das Leben der Anderen". This and some other details of this day left me somewhat melancholic.
Later I checked out a possible new apartment in F-Bockenheim, high up under the roof. Strange coincidence, the landlord is a famous musician. I met him at a party more than a decade ago; he remembers friends of mine, but he didn't remember me. Sure he would be a good landlord, but unfortunately the stairs to the apartment are far too steep for the old rheumatic me. Climbing up to the sixth floor left me somewhat breathless. So, no apartment with a scenic skyline view for the aging polar bear.
Just watched a Stasi espionage flick, "Das Leben der Anderen". This and some other details of this day left me somewhat melancholic.