Last night I suffered a terrible nightmare in which the one bum of Erfurt, the one who sleeps in the Sparkasse near Anger and spends his waking hours drinking booze and singing loudly, was chasing me through the playground at Angerbrunnen and hollering "kleines Mädchen!" aggressively, while every step I took was like a stride through a swamp. I woke up clammy and horrified at 4:30 in the morning.
I dreamt it all in German; that's a sign of continued progress.
A writer living in San Luis Obispo, Calif., Anna likes cuddly animals, electronica, human absurdity, espresso, infobabble, sweet dreams, bicycles, German, good stories and traveling around.
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