Surrounded by a frantically typical self -employed and a pensionado who works out his newspaper, we try to study. At the same time, the teenagers struggle opposite us with a graduation art history. Their in -depth analysis: “I really don’t get a guest.” And: “Yes no, I don’t man, just pray.” Upon returning from our well -deserved coffee break, there are three sweets on my laptop. The adolescent opposite us is looking at guilt. “Uh, I borrowed your charger for a moment … so I thought, I put some sweets as a thank you”
Floor Böger
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