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Strange

I was this afternoon in a large Berlin bookstore that Berlin can probably guess which one. There I am so herumgestrolcht and considered me, what's new releases. I came as the latest concoction by Wladimir Kaminer, I like to read. While I've incorporated enthusiastically immediately take the first two chapters, I had to giggle out loud, have that other curious customers immediately approached and we also envious because they were intending to devote themselves to peek in the book that they do not without my cackling notes had.
Well, the only way.
Next came
When I stroll on a book about a young authors on the Camorra. That interested me, and I saw title and blurb closer. Since I was pretty sure that I have already read a review of them, I was surprised that I had been unaware that the author comes from Nepal. The stand that is in the subtitle. I stood there and thought to myself, like a Nepalese may well see the Europeans and the Mafia, as slowly wide in my brain, the question was, where the Camorra was really settled yet equal.

Sicily, I thought. Determined, as have so many family dramas played terrible. Somehow that sounds funny but. I read again the title, the subtitle. And sooo, sooo slow, I thought to myself,
"Hm Since Nepal is not."
"It says Naples. Sounds like too much more logical."

Oh no. Where will it lead to? At the age of only 33 years?

This is possibly a new section to be here at the cake counter. Mrs. Felis collected read. I have to say quite often, I walk through the city, by my life, and read any tag. And there is stuff on it, what does not at all clear to me. Or what I find equally funny. But mostly it takes a little bit, and I wound as to myself, and at some point it dawns on me that I read into utter nonsense in the writing have and that is not there. And not particularly bizarre or funny. What is bizarre is my brain that I enter any of the things that make me believe I was in a novel by Haruki Murakami and would have to confront me suddenly with green monsters that sit in my kitchen and ask if they please with a coffee little could have milk.
Puh. Sometimes I think my brain a bit exhausting. But at least I have my fun.