minilogues on the beautiful language
may 22nd
we had
yellow flowers
3 dudes
6 seats
muenchen
biergarten
a grey hoodie
only it was mine
p.l.u.r.
beer
and lemonade
two teams
we sucked
assoziationen
zellteilung
a huge brezel
monolith
candy
scheiss auf die kinder
a long phonecall
while we chilled
the river
the waterfall
no english garden
through the city
dhl
malcolm x
the marriage
iceland
a restaurant
the s-bahn
lonely planet #1
airport
veronika von g.
check-in
ice-cream
the open
the closure
the little green box
a frusteinkauf
and a flight
we had
pretty eyes
dollface
o-ren
and a flight
i shared
thoughts on islam
and on vollbart
and a loveable rat
and the little neutral country
getting there
a little like dhaka
the 15€-visa
someone laughing at my jokes
the bus back
lotus hotel
on the talaat harb
judith
and the other chick
room 49
the entrance
the swiss lift
the 3 beds
and the bathroom-balcony
a smoke
the wakeup
the 1st picture
sultan hassan
the walk
the 1st heat
and the green scarf
aarong style
the golden chair
the old city
the mosque
the minaret
the view
the shake
the two pictures
the pink cadillac
the food
and the 1st ahwa
only we didn’t know it yet
the tea
the walk
the heat
platzhirsche
al ahzar park
the dark glasses
“i like your scarf”
euphoria
the black taxi
the chillin
sleeping like babies
the karkade
um ali
water
the rest of the park
the view
posing
the mist
the view again
which wasn’t goint to be the last
the taxi home
and the night
with my 3 favorite men
there
the dinner
the vip lounge
the nile valley
very posh indeed
the wedding we almost attended
the river
and the talk
revolucion
politics
the eastern way
and the swiss democracy
batista
my tea
the walk back
ich kann nimmer
ach jette!
the bridge
and the taxi
and then
the polo bar
with water
and beer for two
and literature
sartre
hesse
miller
und das messer
mit dem ich in mir wuehle
the seat across from me
the schools
the green scarf
the fish which made them all sick
the roundhouse kick
the night
fishawy ahwa
and the walk there
the little rain
the manymany dead
the butcher boys
and the blood on the floor
the narrow streets
the green shirt
the others
the picture we took on the bridge
and the dacca flashback
the kleinkariert
the sitting down
the mint in my tea
the shisha
someone said habibi
trying hard to think pure
taking the secret shots
and looking up
the moon
the fan
the window
and nobody came
nobody ever comes
to gaze down on me
the carpet salesman
the mirror i used
to look back
the chatta chatta
the walking on
a little trip
through the darkness
the little flags
the blue light
the mosque again
the chillin
and then pancakes
and a deal made before time
with pidgeons on a carpet
and the powered sugar
and some more walking through the nights
the empty streets
ineedtogototheloo
j. bought sweets
the tight taxi
the boys nearly got pissed
nearly
the vry vry sweet shit
the hotel
the next day
the women’s train
the coptic
the kitsch
du verstehst mich
we need to have a theme
but then we just went out again
i forgot where
but anyway
garbage city
the dizzy rat
the oasis hole
the white birds
the mist
the boys getting lost
and me getting a tad worried
but phones
and the smile
the evening on the roof
the talks again
the warm smiles
and the dinner
the talks again
the red restaurant
the little dead birdies
the dessert
and how we agreed on everything
my entourage
and someone in there
the taxi forth
the square we didnt find
and the quest
for umm kulthum
and always looking a little back
the dark streets
the cinemas
the shops
and then the ahwa
very late
and very tired
taking a shirt off
and putting it back on
during the show
and the drunken stories
the cats
the mirrors
the blue
getting trapped in a fastfood wc
and finding out
shoukran
walking back
we were so close
and more chilling
the smiles again
the lonely planet
sitting on the floor
laughing
a smirk i had
the spooky stories
is there more to it
the talk in the taxi
some kind of consensus
the animal
being a bit of a girl indeed
but hey!
and then the zz
very little sleep
and the last day
the tourist crap
my own little guidance
king tuth
the tomb
the everything else
the very well lit museum
the heat
my green turban
the walk back
i crap on the camels
the taxi driver’s shopping
get me the fuck outta here
and the last night in cairo.. yet
the tea
the full moon
dontforgetdontforget
the cakes
the water
the lady pays
the walk
and then…
the most beautiful thing
and i had to think of the char
but definitely
the lights
million little lights
the song
the sky
and she stared longingly at what she had lost
wir werden sie wiedersehen
the taxi drive home
same old sandwich we made
and the flight back
with a little more luggage
although i left something behind
