The underground world is a world beyond borders. In the background, people are a big family: open, relaxed, confident. You have no false shame each other. No natural (except when civilization is still something of course) - as the following two stories show from the last hot days.
(1)
On Hermannplatz cavort always most diverse lives, always raging, the full life, both positive and negative, have a fuller lives, the other sober, and others live. On the platform of the U8 is especially full this year, for there is "occasional train" - and during the morning rush hour. Are closely spaced in the summer heat, the body of those waiting, while their minds are concerned just with anything else - the main thing distract from the Zeitbedrängnis, heat, bad air, the body. Some weave through in order to walk up and down nervously. Most simply stand still and breathe hard. Into the midst of this crowd is the one to the 40, which gives the term "exaggeration" a new punch line. He is obviously well over six feet tall, he towers over everyone away at least a head. The Begafftwerden and protruding but it stresses self-confident in a bright red T-shirt with the neon-colored patterns in the 80's style and satirize the stresses serious briefcase in his right hand seems. Bright appearance dominates the other Menschenbrei. The man is like a human buoy, a lighthouse, a meeting place in case someone should lose his children in the crowd or not his fellow-morning appointment takes. Also suitable for hiking days, day trippers and package tourists tourists he: "We gather in the great man with the signal-shirt."
goes Suddenly this eye-catcher, left entirely to change, not dealt with briefcase wearing a free hand - and the index finger to his face. Ah, the lighthouse is cleaned. With relish, for minutes, candidly, thoroughly, undaunted, and especially impressive deep it pierced with a tremendous self-evident in the nose, high above their heads, profound, sometimes going in the morning - until the subway finally comes. Strange: The crowd jostles to the doors, but only a few people rise to the same door of this anonymous mass finally giving an orientation of human Meeting point with his left hand opens.
(2)
has problems with the public, the young man was not who drives in the early evening and U2 are also very self-consciously deals with his physicality. A good feeling he has it but apparently not so much, but problems with its case. He seems to feel quite uncomfortable in his skin. Extremely wide apart as he sits and occupies two positions, a fact often as equally pesky macho habit of public seating. For many minutes can plucks and scratches and sorted it but unhappy about in his step, facial expression somewhere between pain, checking, doubting, uncertain, heart converging and proud. The pants hanging low, his trousers hanging well - but they can apparently still narrow. Or the seat of the crown jewels is to constantly and inherently simple unsatisfactory. Or only the appropriate presentation? After estimated four stations of the variety or, unabashed sorting and rearranging - presumably he has already fabricated sailor knots - he opts for frontal assault: only short, he looks around, checks the passengers with tight eyes (which was the subject of checking number of risk? Gaff-factor, attractiveness level, television camera presence?), is apparently the least mediocre filled train appropriate unpeinlich - Buttoned up and summarily on the jeans. After this time only one station, he finds satisfaction and can set the scraping and grading. In medias res, it just sorts itself effectively. Then he looks much more relaxed for the rest of the trip. His boxer shorts are lilac purple and show the smile of the Mona Lisa, no, it's Marge Simpson.
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