hi guys, are u ready for Xmas? I am off, no more babbling on 60pages. My days are over, I am jumping out of my window of the 8th floor of this rotten old Tel-Aviv warehouse, where I put my lofty studio in. The studio of the forlorn, unheard wanna-be-artist. My grandma survived world-war-II, but I will NOT survive THIS. I mean the transition from 2013 to 14. No 2014, too much. I felt constantly uncomfortable, since mankind was forced to leave the 20th century and was transferred into the 21st against my will. I am loosing track, I am NOT ready for the 20s of the 21st, and they are just around the corner. I am the son of fucking holocaust survivors who were born in the 20s of the last century, the 20th, okay Mister White? I belong there, not here. I do not want to suffer from aging, and it gets closer. Like Marilyn Monroe I should pass away as long as I am still beautiful, as long as JFK would like to take me from behind, feeling like a desired sex-object until the very moment of my sudden premature untimely violent suicidal death. Xmas in Germany is still THE EE time for suicide, isn’t it yet? Does somebody know the statistics? At least it used to be. A lousy unknown forlorn second-generation German Jew , not able to face his innate depressions anymore, killing himself in the forever Jewish occupied land of Palestine, what a nice headliner for the local newspaper in my Israeli suburb. It is the best for my daughters and numerous uncounted sons. The sorrow, the grief, the mourning, the sadness, it will make them much stronger, than the sheer depressive aggressive biological presence of their father around them. My wife finally will find a lover, who does the things to her, I can’t, since deep inside I am this kind of catholic homosexual child-abusing priest, you know what I mean? My two months e.g. 60 days of 60 pages are over, but I only did 36 pages, SHAME on me. But since I am filthy rich, I bribed Mr Diez, the grand editor. I paid him a reasonable sum of money, so he will let me do all the 60pages, means the missing 24pages. And although I am going to die in 3 minutes …. I mean, it will be even shorter, my skinny, light 64 kilogram going down 8 floors?Although my shattered corpse won’t be able to babble e.g. to write, I bless you, yes YOU, my faithful innocent, oh so patient and comprehensive German speaking readers with this fine, so far unpublished German short-story, that I wrote in way back in 1995. The story narrative is based on what the hero of my story, Micky Rosenzvajk, went through in 1994, when he was 31. 31, as God wanted it, is my KZ-number here on 60pages. The story was written by my alter Ego Joe Fleisch, who is today an unknown Yiddish amateur singer, but does not write anymore. He will not die, only me, the Strange Reich. The beautiful things about alter egos, you cannot kill them, even not by suicide, they ARE IMMORTAL, because they are YOUR invention. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! So look out for the following 23pages for this great short-story with the following title “Vom kleinen Pippi Rosenzvajk”