We went to to an interesting party with Nadine and Susanna's friend Timo, the Conductor. The house was on the entire top floor of an old building across the river from Universal corporate and BASF, and only two blocks away from one of the four remaining Wachsturme (is that the right word?) Watchtowers for the old wall with little slit windows for snipers to shoot from.

Now, where the wall was is an ARAL gas station ans a floating bar, (floating swimmingpool actually which Timo took us to see even though it was closed. It is a part of an industrial-looking arts and culture area on the river called "Arena"


I think my favorite word of the week is "spießig" is means something to the extent of: uptight-conservative-lame, somewhere in there. And the so-called speißig schräbergaertens. The little houses on little plots of land out in Westend/Neu-Westend by the stadium, acre after acre of little house on little garden plot, with little shouse that people actually life in around the perimeter... and I am completely fascinated even though they are total "speißig".

Also fascinated last night when I heard an englishman speaking fluent german, I'd never heard such a thing, his accent was unreal. Like a character in a movie, the pronunciation and tempo of the drawn out leisurelyly-spoken words were as if he was speaking proper british english, but instead a very different-sounding german was coming out of his mouth. He looked a lot like Jim Liner except 5 years older and with frissier curlier hair and a smaller body. I think he lived there in this huge old apartment which nobody seemed to know who lived there and who didn't. It lookd like the Royal Tennenbaums house-meets-Blader Runner or something, beautiful old plaster moulding and woodwork now chipped and crumbling with age but still cheerful and beautiful. Holes in the plaster where brick shown through or holes in the ceiling where tiny planks were peeking through.
JOLT
Oh wow, it was a quiet Sunday morning until about thirty seconds ago when one of he neighbors started blaring Queen's We Will Rock You which, of course, echoed all throughout the courtyard. The funny thing is that is the only song he played. Now it is quiet again... maybe it is his morning song...
On and off the past several nights there have been huge fireworks going off from the roof across the courtyard, I have no idea what's with that- bored Turkish teenage boys, perhaps? But around midnight big 4th-of-July worthy fireworks start exploding and flashes of colored light come through the window... 10 minutes later it may start up again or may not... I have yet to get it on video.
We're going floh-marketing today, Iäm very curious about that...