| i walked across the station forecourt in hamburg-altona
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| far away i heard her scolding like a reed sparrow —
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| Where did the voice come from — it always came from and then I saw the old woman
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| with the white hair near the railroad tracks —
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| she yelled after a group of africans
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| angry words of the worst kind
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| I was paralyzed — ashamed and amazed
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| About whom you part in what kind of dialect do I know —
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| there were no such rascals back then
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| in the nazi years among the fascist masterminds
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| in grandma's pockets something for the grandchildren to nibble on — negro cheesecake and marzipan
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| Who is afraid of the black man? |
| — because that's not right —
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| the moral of the story is obvious
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| hopefully not I'm thinking the cowardly pack —
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| and the insipid aftertaste is that I myself am silent at the moment —
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| fuck now she was just a few steps away
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| almost got my pity
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| I spoke to her and she noticed something
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| I would have liked to have broken her bones if it had made any difference -
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| but a grandmother with a broken face
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| would just be fodder for the entire relevant press —
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| but if I let my thoughts wander, I'll beat you to the hospital -
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| kln am rhein central station it was far after midnight —
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| I was desperately looking for a taxi while a thunderstorm was raging from the sky
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| again one of those cold days —
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| hours later a car stopped in front of me on the asphalt —
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| I could hardly stow my suitcases in the trunk
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| I felt terribly weak and tired
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| without being asked, the driver made jokes about women
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| just as flat as I would have guessed his attitude —
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| do you see the old one behind the steering wheel? |
| — he grumbles and stinks —
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| and I think he's leading himself like a hangman
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| Then he almost hit a girl — wasn't the traffic light red? |
| -
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| he grinned I'm cleaner next time I'll drive the bitch to death -
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| timeout I whispered sheepishly —
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| it's high time someone got a clean skin
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| That should probably be me, I know that too, but I'm up for it -
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| shit where's superman when you need him? |
| -
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| a foreign city where it is already very late —
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| how does it continue by foot or in a mercedes? |
| -
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| why didn't I yell at him at the end?
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| deducted from the tax he would deserve the receipt —
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| but a stupid farmer with blue eyes
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| wouldn't be any smarter that would be naïve to believe —
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| but if I lose my thoughts, I'll beat him to the hospital |