Monday, August 15, 2011



[i love coffee.13/08/2011]




Having a coffee near the "Tacheles" at Orianenburg.
It was the second time for me.
From the horses mouth, it is one of the best thing in Berlin.







no money,no tips.
no tips, no photos.
no more.





[a picture is worth a thousand of words.13/08/2011]











tourists are so "anti-aesthetic", aren't they?! 
i hate me in that moment. 
like tourist.



maybe.
maybe not.




i felt dirty. 
and i know that cleanliness is next to godliness. 



my mother told me that.




so. 
dirty. 
and anti-aestethic too.
and i'm honest.
honesty is the best policy.



my mother always says that.







[Roman Krote.13/08/2011]




thanks to this guy something was happening.
the "sonata n.6 for piano and violino in A,Op.30 num.1" came up to my hears from his room.
it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good.



my mother would say that.



those notes.
i felt something soft.
and clean.
finally.

http://www.roman-kroke.de/

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