Mittwoch, 21. Juli 2010
Between the worlds
Ikebukuro: Chinese immigrants playing Mahjong in the next room- shouting. The walls made of thin wood with broad slits at the bottom and the top- the smoke drifting through. I was reading a pulp called: 'Tale of a Bounty Hunter'.In the morning it got crowded in the communal shower-room. I stayed there for two weeks.