course you have not invited but you still go to the party, because their music and calls from the open window to reach you, when you're running down by the end it made you itchy never what other people think about you. And if even pull all these red-green-elected to the student or mountains, then they just have to reckon with uninvited guests. Finally, have you lived here forever and have qua customary practice in the street right house. You'll ring the bell, one will you open the door, look at you quizzically. You could say I am a friend of Christian! Or Sebastian invited me! Because on virtually every party at least one Christian or Sebastian is. But you decide for: I am a friend of mine and I got myself invited! It is clear immediately that you have neither friends nor an invitation necessary. Before the strike can say something, you're scurried past him in the apartment. Down the hall and into the kitchen. The buffet is not yet open, but you make yourself still came over the pasta salad, potato salad and then, over the tiramisu, the sandwiches, the mixing, the sausage, the Kirschstreusel, the baguette with camembert cheese, chili con carne, the chips. For every dish you make a new dirty dishes, so for the other guests no more dishes to stay. Can you all times. Then it's off to the room where the music is the loudest. Get on the mattress next to where you have a type of flirting and tables together. The box Sternburg that you have brought from the kitchen, so you no wegtrinkt something other words on the page. Aha, so there are also books. Let's see, strictly in alphabetical order: Bernhard, Bukowski, Burroughs, Handke, Miller, Murakami, Roth, Sartre, Selby. Here a man must live. Your idea is a certainty: General Administrative Law, Legal Methodology: an introduction, legal dictionary, criminal law, civil law . You ask the Books completely around so the owner needs more time for his studies. Then back on the bed where the girl is sitting alone now. The girl is very beautiful, the way you've always imagined you beautiful girls, large breasts, dark hair, bob, green eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, very Slavic. Your butt can not recognize you. You'd have to ask them to stand up. Instead, you start to tell her how you find the party so that she notices right away that it is to get someone who is different than all the soft students with their polo shirts and their citizens hairstyles that are insecure, individually or always in small groups on the edge and stand while talking ensure that their conversations no one understands, is to understand them. You pull her over-arrived students in general, over-arrived law students in particular, which are for you all careerists who emulate only the money declare, that you had no desire to waste your life on this performance and consumer society, that you are familiar with your life, what better plan. What exactly, you know precisely yet, why do you first test anything, but just chill, but something you would eventually come soon enough. You were anyway to citizens money because of forced labor to be a completely outdated and no longer functioning concept. That you had no desire, to end at some point in a marriage where you have to say, nothing more and only stay together because of children and material dependencies. The worst thing about are the people who are already thinking about getting married at twenty. But the worse, always make extended trips to exotic lands, or language courses, because it would be so embarrassing to do fluent German as a foreign language. You would, for example, speak on purpose with a German accent especially English, not because you can not, of course, you had an accent-free debate, but because you striving for perfection is so repugnant. And because you are so honest to the girl, and learn you know that the girl called Marie, is 20, comes from Hildesheim, studied law and is already engaged with her boyfriend and that just three Monte in India and Bangladesh was. shit! , you think I'm As well sold out in sound, yet somehow now get the curve. And to divert attention from your hard statements to catch you, move here from Marie about the party, and the room where the mattress sits just her, the books, the ridiculous pseudo-artistic affinity Keith Haring poster. And because you're so honest with her, you learn that is Marie's room, and that you've got wiped straight to Marie's blanket the greasy fingers because your T-shirt already so dirty was that it would no longer included the fat of the chips. And you explain that you yourself refuse any fashion dictates would, whether it be to handle clinically clean clothes or intimate shaving. So she feels like you've thought through everything. And you did it just taught the sixth bottle. And the guy who has just spoken with Marie, comes back, and you know on the half-dozen empty Pullen and challenge him: "Here, Wessi! Bring get away! You're disturbing moment. The pledge to keep it. " Because you want to continue to talk to Marie. And the guy who called Phil and Marie together is has not reckoned with so much directness and your statement is without protesting for. When he is gone, you realize that you can think of nothing more that you could still tell Marie. So you go to the stereo, put one of Opus Live is life and turn it to full volume. The CD you have always with you annoy, to the other people at parties. And because it is unclear how this song is shit, you start to dance to. So with sweeping karate-like movements, so that no one trusts in your area. And then you begin to sing the song aloud, in English stressed German: When we all give the power We all give the best Every minute of an hour Do not think about the rest And you all get the power You all get the best When everyone gets everything And every song everybody sing sand it's life (nanananana) Life is life (nanananana) Life is life
(nanananana) Labadab dab dab life (nanananana). To show everyone how shit this party and their guests will find. For when you are so sing and dance, you fuck this party, because all have to look to you as you dance and sing. You fuck the new Prenzlauer Berg, you fuck the system, although of course you really would much rather fuck Marie.
And think all who look to you: If the courageous. Dares to bring, so a junk like Live is life, almost as critical of the boring party. And how cool the dancing. Looks like Jamiroquai. I would also like to annoy the Philippines .. Only the Philip not coming back just from Flaschenwegbringen who does not find this kind of brave, but common, because that's his party and now it can not be worse than Live is life . But St. Mary's. The place somehow sexy. This is inappropriate -me-but-care attitude, this prollig refusal. If Philip had at least a bit of it, with his perfectly ironed Lacoste polo shirt, a little less stuffy-planned out, a bit masculine. Why did she really so with him quickly engaged, although not even coming from Berlin, just as in Hildesheim? And so she finds it not as if you vomit the six beers and lots of potato and pasta salad, chips, cakes, burgers, sandwiches, tiramisu, disgusting, but kinda cute and rebellious, and leads you into the bathroom to help you in the shower and may give you new things, Phil, what is its a bit embarrassing, while Philip scrub the wooden floors and the other happy that they finally have a reason to go.
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