Conversations of today, Berlin, Germany
- a library, afternoon, every other person leaving has to be stopped at the exit because of a very loud "beeep" which can be heard when walking through the magnetic gates, I'm stopped, too, and an elderly guy touches my book codes with a piece to stop the magnetic beeps, he asks me: "Have you been served by the woman in the red jumper?", and I say yes and ask why he doesn't tell her to use this anti-magnetic piece and he says: "I have done that twice already and t
here will be a third time in a moment. I'm going to shoot this woman.."
- evening, in a train, a fat little boy about 12 years old and his good-looking friend or brother, maybe 25, the boy, talking about someone in his school class: "..and he even drinks vodka already!", the older guy doesn't seem nearly as impressed as the boy, then they talk about girls, the guy says: "I've never really been, you know, the successful talker..", the boy asks "since when do you smoke?", the guy: "6 years", the boy "but it just stinks!", the guy: "Ah well, you know, it's just.."
- evening, train station, an ordinary looking guy, listening to music with his
earphones, his phone rings, he answers it but the voice on the other end of the line can be heard clearly: he has accidentally put it on loudspeakers, "Markus?" a female voice says, hastily he tells her to wait a minute, presses a few buttons and calls her back, calling her Susanne, they're talking about a club, he says: "I know they won't let me in, even if you came out and told them, they won't let me in, you know I have enough of this place, it's not like I really need to get into this club, I don't want to go there anymore, Susanne!"
- evening, train, a guy who looks like the typical lost poet/writer, his dreamy facial expression, and of course he reads the literature part of the newspaper, he's very polite and offers me the only vacant seat, I bet he plays the piano and has read all of the essential Goethe's and Shakespeare's.. the woman opposite me reads Camus' The Plague
- next morning, train: a little boy spills water on the seat, his mother hands him a tissue to wipe it off, eagerly he runs it along the seat, he turns it over to show it to her: the white tissue is now black
here will be a third time in a moment. I'm going to shoot this woman.."- evening, in a train, a fat little boy about 12 years old and his good-looking friend or brother, maybe 25, the boy, talking about someone in his school class: "..and he even drinks vodka already!", the older guy doesn't seem nearly as impressed as the boy, then they talk about girls, the guy says: "I've never really been, you know, the successful talker..", the boy asks "since when do you smoke?", the guy: "6 years", the boy "but it just stinks!", the guy: "Ah well, you know, it's just.."
- evening, train station, an ordinary looking guy, listening to music with his
earphones, his phone rings, he answers it but the voice on the other end of the line can be heard clearly: he has accidentally put it on loudspeakers, "Markus?" a female voice says, hastily he tells her to wait a minute, presses a few buttons and calls her back, calling her Susanne, they're talking about a club, he says: "I know they won't let me in, even if you came out and told them, they won't let me in, you know I have enough of this place, it's not like I really need to get into this club, I don't want to go there anymore, Susanne!"- evening, train, a guy who looks like the typical lost poet/writer, his dreamy facial expression, and of course he reads the literature part of the newspaper, he's very polite and offers me the only vacant seat, I bet he plays the piano and has read all of the essential Goethe's and Shakespeare's.. the woman opposite me reads Camus' The Plague
- next morning, train: a little boy spills water on the seat, his mother hands him a tissue to wipe it off, eagerly he runs it along the seat, he turns it over to show it to her: the white tissue is now black
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