Berlin Alexanderplatz
Verirrt? Das war doch unmöglich! In Paris, ihrer alten Heimatstadt? Claudette Toussaint blieb stehen, schüttelte ihr dichtes braunes Haar und blickte zurück in die Gasse, die sie in diese enge Seitenstraße geführt hatte, während sie versuchte, das Gefühl der Orientierungslosigkeit zu bekämpfen. Wie konnte das nur passieren?
Blake Pierce • Nichts zu fürchten (Ein Juliette-Hart-FBI-Thriller – Band 1) (German Edition)
“ I’d like to go away somewhere, but when it gets dark I’m afraid of not finding the way home again. In the morning there’s a dense fog and then everything is so quiet. Every day I do the same work, and every morning the place is a mess again. There’s never any end to it. I really wish I were dead. ”
ECW Press • A Sorrow Beyond Dreams
Frl. Schroeder can go on like this, without repeating herself, by the hour. When I have been listening to her for some time, I find myself relapsing into a curious trance-like state of depression. I begin to feel profoundly unhappy. Where are all those lodgers now? Where, in another ten years, shall I be, myself? Certainly not here.
Christopher Isherwood • Goodbye To Berlin
Then an old man would shuffle in, whisper something to the barman and retire with him into the room behind the bar. He was a cocaine-addict. A moment later he reappeared, raised his hat to all of us with a vague courteous gesture, and shuffled out. The old man had a nervous tic and kept shaking his head all the time, as if saying to Life: No. No. N
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