Ämne: Re: 3rd Days
Date: 22 augusti 2003 07:40
love Marlena
Today I had planned Midtown . I'm walking up to the Grand General pilgrimage station . On the way there were some little things like Flatiron building that you see shown again and again, the Washington Square Park where the old George sitting on a horse and light and negligent outstretched right hand to the for future generations to show the way. He does it - do not suppress us - a bit of Marcus Aurelius on the Capitoline Hill in Rome. The Union Square seems cheap hotel in town. There are the long rows of benches lot Penner, who have not yet all so frue reveille. Often they have all their belongings in plastic bags deployed around the legs, which probably helps also to define the terrain. But Penner, giving really what to go to bed, not here, but in the Park Avenue . Which has a different level. The small Gramercz Park was surrounded by an iron railing and closed. Apparently, the residents can enter with a key. Two ladies there drinking their morning coffee. And all around, the horns are played and spirited frolic. It's funny, they pull the tail stiffly behind him like a train, they can just float over the uncut grass. They look really like our squirrels. Only the tails are a bit leaner and their color is the gray. On the edge of Madison Square Garden two window cleaners have cleaned the high windows on the first floor. It looked like a circus act. The aluminum rods have bent themselves, and they always had these things over long down tilt in order to flush the water. The Grand Central Station I I looked at extensively. There will come together Vorortszuege and the buses from Newark to come here. There are shops with all the delicacies, kiosks, restaurants, bars, shoe shiners and Refreshment Rooms. The police is present, always at least two people, a patrol dog. I pinched myself to purchasing a NY Times. I did not want me busy for hours and thus distracting. Then again I am in the Public Library , which is quite near, and I have cooled down in the reading room for half an hour. They are generous here, only make an input control. But then they let you go wherever you like. Only when you leave the reading room, a look in the bag the rind if you have war and peace but not packed with. Behind the library, the Man Heard about shows and next to a statue of Socrates, as he sits in the neck of a Sphynx and a little perplexed stares into the waters of the small fountain in front of him. BUT ABOVE ALL TRUTH beareth AWAY THE VICTORY. The saying is of course even more beautiful from the Gutenberg / Galaxy had in those ancient times, as written still found to be source of truth. That's over now. But the somewhat pathetic sentiment is quite beautiful. The Astors are owed somewhere in the library. Apparently, they have donated money. The first Astor immigrated from Germany, was not as Tellerwaescher, but as a salesman in a clothing business worked and after a few years, even made a single business, with which it will be then come to his millions.
On the square behind the library is a Konqert underway. This applies to the many Bueroangestellten who take their picnic here and the sun pale cheeks. I sit in the shade and draw a little bit, to me the desire to over a coffee to Buchhaendler lures. Maister they have in a corner of the store a little coffee maker that has indeed made the Jaggy in Basel. I read the free sheet that lies there and sniff in a biography of Susan Sontag. She had attended lectures at the Sorbonne in Simone de Beauvoir. Later she was invited by a professor, a lecture on photography . To-follow But that was back in America. She's really her whole life long been influenced by Europe and remained faithful to him. I remember how hard they had fought against the Iraq war. In
Trump Tower I then later again sunk into a deep chair and had me busy for a good half hour with various little things. The Trump building is luxurious, with gold trim everywhere and red marble. A wall runs down over 3 sticks a water areas that, because some stones put something out, anxious injected and does not cease to rustle. Again, I did a little drawing. This is the easiest way to look around.
short, it was a tough day and NZ is - between you and me - a hard pavement. I have been determined 20 to 30 km. Sometimes I forget almost that there is a Subway.
going to rain tomorrow, I was told, so I am going to the Met you on the edge of Central Park. Acting through grade so alive and of course, because he is completely besieged by the huge houses Sun The aerial photos show the even more striking.
evening a Korean food here at my landlords. Tasted good. A cute Japanese girl was invited to, with whom I've talked very well. She had a good understanding and have understood each flash. I like very much. It is Kunstschmiedin work and even jewelry designs. Has me not so much promised, but jewelry is not my thing anyway.
I wish you a good ending to the first week
and kiss you from the distant lands. With best regards
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