Großbröthannien, July 23rd 2008
Lately I forget how old i really am.
Is that a good sign?
- I think so.
C.M.S.
"A Grain For Pain."
Tecate, June 6th 2008
Rather a mixed salad with balsamic vinaigrette, smooth goat cheese and some candy-coated pecans on top. Yummy. No meat for 2 weeks is history. But it wasn't like I needed it. It was weird. I could say, I can live without it. At least one person would be happy to read that. I hope she knows. My Spanish is stuck somewhere between Americans who speak English all day and an American who wants to learn German. So I play the autodidact again. But Alex and Juan Carlos are a big help, too. I didn't want to learn more English, but in one case I had to: Sty or Hordeolum. Don't get it wrong, but the German way of saying would be: "Barley Grain". Guess what I had for dinner yesterday???
"Catch of the Day on Barley Whatsoever with Red Vine Vinaigrette". A remarkable coincidence.
"In the End I Wasn't the Only One Suffering From A 'Gerstenkorn'."
C.M.S."Ay Caramba, Or Something."
Tecate, June 1st 2008
Moin, moin. Demetreous looks like 28 or something, but definetely not 40! That makes me wanna work out more, but anyway I look like I'm 17 or something around that - a teeny again, you know? But what the f*ck happened at the airport? I know, I know, you could blame it on the Mexican lifestyle, but don't necessarily try it out on me?! I didn't do anything, just an intern, a German, no bad intentions. Let me tell you what, I L.O.V.E. this place. Any better place for an internship? I don't think so. A friend told me, a brothel might be better, but that's his opinion.
I'll post some more in a couple of days,
just a little shout-out to everyone right now...
Have a wonderful day, i will.
"Demetreous Schwarzenegger."
C.M.S.
A 2nd Chapter.
Glenmoore, April 14th 2008
Life's good and treating me well. People work really hard. Some hardly work. Imagine the latter. Unfortunately people don't stay for long so we're ought to keep the crumbs of the pie together and make the best out of it. Without frosting. Keep your head up for the fifteenth month. And then you'll be done. And it's not about the work itself, it's about us. And them. But not those who observe our work. Who talk behind our backs and know better than they'd know themselves. And the apology comes always too late anyway. It's sad in a way. I take the other way and look at our companions with a smile. Genuine people who care about you and the love and energy you've put into your work. I believe that's the reason i came back. No more. No less.
"Modern Talking Revival."
C.M.S.
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