Düsseldorf international

Es ist 24° in Düsseldorf, also sitzen wir draussen. Alle - wo und wie auch immer.
Ich mach' mir eine serata italiana.
Dunque: bruschetta e pinot grigio sulla Königsallee. Spuntino perfetto al ristorante Buongiorno.
Poi la Johanneskirche. Non ero mai stato dentro, e non mi piace affatto.
Ma la coppa "after eight" con caffè Segafredo, il mio preferito, da Vecchio, è buona come sempre.

So: great Italian food in NRW Düsseldorf; in my American 1949 Argoflex was some Belgian 620 from the sixties, developed in 1976 Ucrainian Реактив.

Sylvia Kristel

Theo Olof

One of my pupils performing at the yearly house concert ± 1972

OMG / OMG

Heute zweisprachig, denn was seh'ich auf dem LKW?
More than a Werkstatt
Wie bitte?! Und wàs "more"? Internationale Buchhandlung?

Apfel-Nut bei Starböck, weil die immer so nett sind. Der Clown spricht jede Sprache und im Wodka ist Blattgold (wiesooo?)

Mein Школьник leckt immer noch, aber das hatte ich damals auch (und das werde ich nicht weiter erklären). Also ist das Photo gecroppt/cropped.

1966 Then and now

Same place, same month, same man - well, still very much a boy, then. Different camera: I just had changed from Russia to Japan, then. And now I'm back in the USSR - and that doesn't exist any more.
 More or less: Happy Birthday mr. Putin!
The (still leaking) Школьник is performing very well (: I can read "latte macchiato" on Martin's Place as good as "rondslag verboden", so golfers beware!), as is the Soviet 1976 developer.

Little Story

When I saw this I thought: In the shadow of history. (Living in the oldest city of The Netherlands, this Stele is Roman, of course.)
But then I discovered what these two boys were looking at.
They had placed a rather big bàng behind a nice girl beside me.
Afterwards I was only a bit shaken, she wasn't stirred at all.
Being young.

The Slave

Toothache?
No: important phone call.