A postcard exchange between Katrin Merle and Peter Guckes.
#54 by Katrin Merle.
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| "… and Little Marty lived happily everafter as the king of Bielefeld and if he's not shrivelled up by now, he still does so today. The end. And now go to bed!" |
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| "One more,please, please!" "Yes, please, one more!" "Okay then, just one more. Once upon a time there was a malayan tapir …" |
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| "Hey, you've got a hair on your chin!" |
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| Unknowingly, Little Marty had discovered the legendary town of Bielefeld. So it did exist after all! Would the world ever learn about this? |
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| "There is so much more unterneath the surface … much much more than you suspect" |
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| Only the captain was allowed to push this button. On his birthday! |
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| which way do you choose - A or B? |
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| "Can you tell me if I can find a fish sandwich around here?" "Well … excellent question …" |
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| "Well, you know, I feel a tad hungry myself. Would you agree for me to accompany you on your quest?" "Yes? Fine. What are your thoughts about this, dear? Wouldn't it be a nice …" |
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| Giganto-Girl on her way to Bielefeld |
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| Fat, but faster than you think! |
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| "Giganto-Girl, the third roommate, lived nearby. It was going to be a fun night." |
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| "That was amusing, wasn't it?" – "well, it was different …" |
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| "It's been a long time and they were happy to have met again. They decided to revive old rituals by bowling like they used to in their flat-sharing days. Too bad for Tokyo! |
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| "strike" - "I wanna do bowling again, too" |
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| The only one to enjoy this tsunami was the giant sea rabbit. |
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| "He had to have swallowed something hard to digest - not even special sauce did any good…" |
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| "Now what have we here?" |
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| "It's been a long time that she - despite his new styling - had eloped with a shady sailor and he could lead his life in peaceful tranquility, with occasional moments of wistfulness" |
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| When he met her on the beach, he didn't expect it to become like this … |
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| "The last thing he knew were some cracking and grunting noises from behind …" |
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| some fruit against the hangover… |
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| The cactus felt better now and decided to leave town. |
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| got to cultivate that cactus blues. |
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| "Beat it, this is my show" |
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| "Komissar Knolle seemed to be shrinking. Was time running backwards? His brain felt like mashed potatoes…" |
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| "The bar keeper stood by the door, smoking. Left alone, Kommissar Knolle grabbed the remote control. A western movie … next. A Christmas show. So here I am - Knolle thought - sitting in a second class bar, zapping through a third class TV program. He shouldn't be here … and switched again." |
