Beds everywhere, so that you can eat and sleep. I woke up at another place this morning. A red-haired girl from Bavaria was reading Goethe for breakfast. Welch hoher Geist in einer engen Brust! Hier ist noch Raum, dem Busen Luft zu machen. Pipi langsam.
Nils Holgerson was her hero when she was a kid but Wicki was her really favourite one with his one minute long stretched finger searching around his nose for the final “I have it”. Because of him she coloured her natural blond hair black when she was seventeen; because of Goethe she was brunette this morning.
THE MUSIC IS WEAVING. WHAT DOES AN ARTIST IN RESIDENCE HAVE TO DO?