Ohgott as Romantic.
Waste, comic types and a sky, is slowly bluish, erinnerte es mich alles an den Peter Fox Song.
As we sat so early in the morning in McDonalds at Potsdamer Platz, behind us intolerant chicks mountains of garbage from McDonalds bags and Tabetts and watched as the sky slowly the brightness of Saturn's large Leuchreklame grew brighter before us and slowly taking. As cheesy.
No, you really have to say, McDonalds has the Potsdamer Platz we came not to the wannabe Manhattan charm of our ordinary McDonalds and a half hours before the party, had not also the charm of other parties.
Okay, the propaganda of the Goya was not the figment of charm but she lived by Goya, which one can say of everything – but not, that it was not a spectacular setting for a big party. The E4 in Eichhornstrasse diagonally across the Adagio of this charm is, however, entirely on, the location looks more like an oversized staircase and so was the party. Sterile and without corners and Kanten.Ausserdem without too much familiar faces. Daphne also complained about mother and sister Bella Donna, also the people hardly knew. Well, there are also those parties.
However, a whole group of young Drags was present, I did not know all. Unfortunately, I forgot all the names but one. She wore it as a large tattoo on forearm. Danka. And, that was her name, it was a D and had nothing to do with us all known Janka. But even if we did not know they were obviously not the first time out but chicken party – wherever. …Except for – here again – one, which was actually the first time on the road and this bereuhte. Not only because of the shoes, but mainly because of looks… Well everything is hard…. known.
nsonsten I met a hamburger in Berlin and Hamburg, a DJ with flair, but he wore a St. Pauli T-Shirt. Hamburg war also im House. The party, however, this is not really saved for us… and so we went to McDonalds… which we would be at the beginning of this story…