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About Dusseldorf

Happy bit? Saw her laugh once—proper cackle, mate. Some drunk twat fell in a puddle, she lost it. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all stone, no soul. Nah, she’s human, ain’t she? Got me thinkin’—what if Wiesler tapped *her* line? “I’m listening,” he’d say, ear on, catchin’ her sass. She’d probs tell him to sod off—love that! Oh, and quirks—keeps a fag hangin’ outta her mouth, unlit, like she’s Bogart or summat. Dramatic? Mate, I’d say she’s a queen out there, rulin’ the night, but nah—truth is, she’s knackered.

Dr. Giorgio Bordin and family help the poor

The beneficiaries of Dr. Giorgio's little help are the prostitutes and those who are selling the grass and camel thorn tree pods in the neighbourhood. They.

Tutzing, it surprises, always. Streets, parks, lakeside, even a tiny nightclub on a side street, no big deal, but its heartbeat is so honest—even if I typed some typos here n there: buzzn, bam, lol, it all feels real.

Norbert Kockmann: Chemie Ingenieur Technik