farewell statement Dresden, Saxony. This is actually the first uncool fact of Dresden. Dresden is a city which recognizes itself as such, will not recognize
. Dresden is neither arrogant Hipsterscheiße nor philistine Snobasphalt. Dresden is not a world cultural heritage more. Dresden is so cultural that it already is not culture. Maybe that's the secret, the key to nature, which makes the city on the Elbe so charming. The old town of Dresden is a bit like a chubby grandfather, who offers you Storck giants. Loving, cute, cozy disturbing. The new town is to be horny, trendy grandchildren who constantly shaking his head over the old man, but in the end there comes a time engages in the bag. Dresden has just got a Starbucks last year. Dresden dialect. Dresden has a blue miracle not even blue. But damn, I love the pavement, my heart beats faster when I walk through the filthy scene Town neighborhood, where the private art and jewelry shops beckon with fresh, still warm cake when people sit on the streets, from the cheap wine Shop the late sharing, and the music from the cafés kneaded into a paste of melodies. I am lost in the new town once and landed on a warm summer night in a backyard in which God left a ready-made flea market, accessible to anyone open. For some reason, I was overwhelmed. On the Beauty of rubbish in the moonlight, by the trust from which the owner here However everyone is not placed. How charmed I painted a little porcelain horse on the gravel gently over the back, then stopped by a man who greeted me delightful, as I was part of the round - the round, which zusammensaß comfortably in the distance, beer, hissed and football looked, it occurred to me until now. Even more people came over, greeted, I was too shy to get me to join them.
family anonymous. This is Dresden. Maybe not your Dresden. But my Dresden, as I leave it. How do I include it in my heart. And slowly, very slowly I am parting with this Gefühlsmixtur whisked out of sadness and excitement. My The last sentence in September will fall silent, whispering, maybe even dumb
we see ourselves. I love you.
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