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then along Leopold Strasse until they come into the freedom of Munich. And there’s hardly a seat to
be had in the pavement terraces of the cafés. There are pigeons and sparrows everywhere.
Some of them have even made their nests in the eaves of the majestic buildings along Schwabinger
Prachtallee. A male pigeon is seducing a female one. The male spreads out his feathers, pulling them
along the ground behind him, swaggering around the female, flirting with her: “coo-coo, coo-coo”.
The female struts around him like a queen, her head held high. Sometimes she moves slowly,
sometimes quickly, which makes the male go crazy. Not far away from the male pigeon, a male
student is trying to chat up a girl. The object of his affections smiles and he swaggers around her. She
marches straight towards the entrance to the underground station; he follows blindly along behind
her. Another student yells out over the street, waving madly, “Jonas, wait for me!”
I go into the café and take a seat at a free table. I put the rucksack between my feet. I put a notepad,
a book, a packet of cigarettes and a lighter on the table and light a cigarette…
14:16. I open my rucksack and place an empty envelope on the table. A few people leave and others
come in. A woman with two adolescent children sits down at the next table. They’re not saying a
word to each other. The girl has got headphones on and is listening to music from a tiny MP3 player.
The boy, next to her, switches on his laptop. The woman has her mobile to her ear. The waitress
finally appears. She’s young, between 18 and 20. Her hair is dyed red, she’s wearing jeans and a
white t-shirt that says “Sexy Girl”. Small firm breasts bulge underneath it. I order a large coffee and a
glass of tap water.
14:45. I open my rucksack, take the manuscript out, put it into the empty envelope and seal the
envelope.
Edition Nautilus
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