Friday, January 13, 1984

The night lasts forever. Sleepless, I torture myself with memories. Fall 1977 …

Cycling from Halle-Neustadt via Holleben past Buna to Merseburg. Visiting @Kathrin. Two dead children on the highway behind Schkopau on the opposite side of a large intersection. A destroyed bicycle under a truck. An ambulance and police. My heart drops into my pants. Onwards with weak knees.

Half an hour later, I ring the doorbell at Karl-Liebknecht-StraรŸe 14. She opens the door. Black curls in a snow-white sweater. With a noodle in the most beautiful face in the world. Sooo cuute. We fall into each other’s arms and make out. A crazy scent of delicate cream.

We met at a vacation camp on the island of Rรผgen in August. She unabashedly turned me on by pinching my ass. Such a pretty thing. Love at first sight. Shell necklace on the Jasmund Bodden. Romance on the Baltic Sea beach. Disco with ABBA, Smokie and Boney M. And making out again and again. Really fantastic. As Good As It Gets.

We go inside, where she lives with her mom, who is at work. The apartment is a hole. Dark, small and unheated. But tidy, clean and cozy. Something is wrong here. It smells different to how an old building usually smells. A few things that don’t quite fit. Exotic odds and ends. Chic clothes. Suspiciously short answers to some questions.  

Rump-rump, rattle-rattle, lock-lock. The door opens. A Kalfaktor pours warm water into the sink and places a razor blade on the console. Shave and cat wash. At some point, the hatch opens. Breakfast is served through. Two slides of bred with jam and a mug of Muckefuck. ๐“ฃ๐“ธ ๐“‘๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ญโ€ฆ

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