Okay! Okay!!! It is a creative process, Mr. White, understand!!! It is the story about the love of a 21y old male virgin to his Mom of the past, a self-devouring love, that made him undertake this awful and painful and shitty excursion to the destruction camps of the past. To write such a story you need some space, you know – some space in time. So tomorrow, or on Saturday, or on Sunday, chapter two will be finished, swear. OKAY!!! Mr. White!!!???
So in the mean meantime listen to my story how I visited yesterday the city hall of Tel-Aviv. From outside it looks a bit greyish, square, with not too much architectural fantasy, always reminding us of psychopathic asshole Yigal Amir, who shot our peace-seeking prime-minister Rabin there exactly 18 y ago right in front of it, eventually killing peace for two, three or more decades, eventually thus paving the way to the death of a couple of thousands human beings throughout the Intifada number 2. Maybe. Maybe not. Who am I to know? God? Am I fucking God? Am I???!!! But back to the Tel-Aviv city hall, first time in my life, entering this shit, and man, Mister White, it is great. A fucking homely sunny space ship. In the reception hall where you pay the ARNONA as they call it in Hebrew, the municipal property tax, you really should pay, otherwise you are really in deep shit, it struck me, that at the info-desk there is this handicapped guy with a big head and a little body sitting in an over-seized chair to be comfortable, welcoming you, directing you….
Really guys, I god forbid do not make any jokes about physically or mentally handicapped people. On the contrary, it really gives you this very human space-ship Star-trek feeling, as if they are aliens, welcoming you yourself, another alien creature on board. I loved it. I wanted to start to work there. Give me a job there. Good fucking good feeling, I felt like on dope. And then I took one of those elevators, where you push the 12th floor outside the elevator, as my-wish-is-your-computer-command, and there I was, shaking hands with Mario and Yuval from the Holzwerk in Berlin. These heroic guys belong to this bunch of people, who occupied the Holzwerk area 10y ago, a fantastic riverside property, that makes every greedy real-estate-developer stiff and erected. On this holy piece of land they founded the Bar 25 for the following years to come, about 100,000 of raving, beer drinking Berliners and non-Berliners turned it into a real cult, one of those places that made Berlin, Berlin, and lately, a big Suisse sustainable money-fund just bought them the property, and gave it to them as a lease for the next 100 y or so. They will build there ateliers, studios, office buildings for good companies, for good human high-tech and low-tech and creative companies, they will build dormitories for students, a guest-house AND on the roofs of all of that, they will install roof-top farming, Aquaponic.
To be continued tomorrow…