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• I See It In My Dreams   Discovery

  Fascinating to look at every time he performs , Hansi.Gray, fake soldiers' trousers that Hansi had put on at home. A man's shirt with horizontal stripes in white and blue; the buttons halfway open. Hansi presented a sparkling white T-shirt underneath.Hansi had his mobile telephony on the back of his right hip on the wide belt in a leather bag. Likewise, a second device, from which the two white headphone cables ran up to Hansi's shirt front pocket. There for Hansi to be able to listen to his favorite music when he got the chance, downloaded from Hansi at home on the computer and then over there. Or the music when Hansi unplugged that Hansi had saved on the Phönchen.One of Hansi's earlobes covered a white headphone. A black microphone arm made of hard plastic that half staked Hansi's cheek away from there.In the way that Hansi looked like an agent from a spy thriller. Secret agent Hansi on a secret mission.Only the secret agent

• I See It In My Dreams   Discolored

  "The elevator is coming down!"The exclamation of a booming male voice."It'll be good that he's doing it again now," said a second man with a full-bodied vocal range. "They think here that I stole my time.""Don't you have that?" it came from a third party. "Do you still have appointments today? Besides these?"Such a little girl in the very best of retirement age who passed Verena to get in line with those who had 'red'.The old woman took Verena's suitcase on wheels to pull it with her. As a matter of course, as if the piece belonged to her.Nonetheless, the old woman immediately let go when Verena reacted, leaned forward, reached for the handle of the trolley case, which was Verena's property, which Verena could have proven when asked.Flickering brown eyes avoided Verena's staring gaze .The pretty, blonde Russian German who was now standing in front of Verena took her phone out of her leather hip

• I See It In My Dreams   Prison

  Some sort of magnet that seemed to be attached to Klein Conny at the location below, so that Klein Conny simply couldn't go anywhere else.Surprisingly for Verena, Little Conny made a movement, as if Little Conny were stumbling forward. As a result of her stumbling, Klein Conny pushed forward, leaning forward, to the middle of the body of the unnamed for Verena, rubbing her cheeks there.Until Angie, the fifteen-year-old, who had watched all the goings-on with Little Conny's eyes wide, reached for Little Conny's shoulder and arm. Angie pulled Klein Conny close to her, spoke words directly to Klein Conny's earlobe. Whereupon Little Conny nodded up to Angie happily.Angie's index finger pointed to where five girls, boys in Angie's age group stood together.They talked about something important, what their extravagant gestures looked like.A smile played around Conny's mouth. Conny nods again in agreement for Angie.With the facial features of

• I See It In My Dreams   Frozen

  I really have to talk to Mr. Mendl", Verena stayed with her, not wanting to leave the place. "The appointment with Mr. Mendl, which I had at nine thirty - is important for me.""Punctuality would have been important for you. If I tell Gerald, how you behave here ..." The gray-haired social station worker put her tray, which she used for the coffee supply, on a rectangular table on the wall, which Verena had not noticed until then opposite from.Pharmacist and union brochures lying around there on the table surface to take away for party traffic. A diocese sheet."I-I have to-have to go with Mr. ...", Verena stuttered."I really love that you kicked the door here at Gerald's." The arms that the gray-haired woman, who wore a dark gray, knee-length skirt suit for the unadorned office appearance, now put on her hips. "I really only think that's great. Lonely class. Excellent. If Gerald hears that from me, I think Gerald will find that great too.

• I See It In My Dreams   Appointment

  Twenty, twenty-five minutes too late for Verena to arrive, Verena extrapolated the rest.Twenty, twenty-five minutes that Verena missed the time by which Verena should have been present for the appointment in Mr. Mendl's office on the social station.As if Verena could have allowed herself that.That was hardly bearable for Verena. Hardly bearable how the present was at the moment.How was it going to go on now, with Verena, Verena, who couldn't jump out of her own skin?Verena put the suitcase down on the paved sidewalk. Verena shook her arms and legs. After all, Verena had done sports. What Verena was not used to.Three elderly women in gray, brown cloth coats came walking in and out of the driveway.Left and right the old people carried heavy cloth bags and yellow and red plastic baskets.Apparently it was a good day this time. So that someone could possibly carry something in the basket to their home.&

• I See It In My Dreams   Street

  Again two or three minutes had passed in no time. How could that have happened to Verena?Now it happened that Verena actually came five or six minutes late for her important appointment with the nice Mr. Mendl from the social service.In the worst case, if something happened again on the way, Verena was a quarter of an hour late.A full quarter of an hour late - an unpunctuality, no less than bad. For Verena.Verena could easily have been on time.An hour ago Verena had the firm intention to be there at least five minutes earlier, with Mr. Mendl. In front of Mr. Mendl's office door from the social station.Verena had imagined waiting in the hallway. Until it was exactly half past nine. Then knock softly on the door. To listen for a moment. To push the handle, to open herself, smiling friendly, Verena had heard something from inside or not.Instead ...Verena sobbed loudly.For the one hundred