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Nightly stalking. People in small spaces.
My downstairsneighbour feels like a friend because I always look at him when he's working and sometimes he looks back and then we wave and smile and pretend nothing happened.

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Being (at) home in Hamburg. Neatly organized breakfast, amateur haircuts, importing Dutch traditions for German boys. And wooden floors! (one of my favourite things in this house. perfect for bedroomdancing)

Maybe some Hamburgian would like to adopt me as their cat so I can stay in this city forever. Please?

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Hairy cats, lost bunnies and locked up dogs in Hamburg.
ps thank you for your nice birthdaywishes. It was a good day.

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I'm 21 now. meow!
(Our flat is in a constant state of celebration)

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This week was filled with stacks of books, "unheimliche" ghoststories, discussions on art and life, dimly-lit smokefilled rooms, (bedroom)dancing, goldenrimmed-porcelain-cups filled with wine, the last golden leaves, German puzzles, cats, magic moments and beautiful people.
Next week I'll be 21, which means I will be officially a grown-up. But as long as my days still feel like they come from fairytales and short stories in books with yellow pages, I won't feel too old. 

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Cats! Katten! Katzen! 

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Dusty scans and lazy mornings that stretch out into lazy afternoons and lazy nights.