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In the middle of the night I walked truth the city. It was on Wednesday and no S-Bahn (or city train) left the Station at this time. The first train arrives at 4:20 and I have to wait. I supposed I was alone in this giant station but after awhile I saw this guy. He waited for the first train too but fell asleep.
At the first time I saw this picture on my pc I discovered the letters behind his leg: Abfall (rubbish)
I remembered the night, if I walked truth the city and saw this sleeping guy how named as rubbish in my picture, remembered the feelings, the loneliness, the great time before I left my friends in order to go home and thought of a song:
“Kreuzberg” by “Bloc Party”

There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like this city I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out? In those strangers bedrooms

I have decided at 25
That something must change

Saturday night, in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the east side gallery
I was sure that id found love with this one lying with me
Crying again in the Hauptbahnhof

I have decided at 25
That something must change

After sex the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west,
Teach your sons, how to truly love.

Description
In the middle of the night I walked truth the city. It was on Wednesday and no S-Bahn (or city train) left the Station at this time. The first train arrives at 4:20 and I have to wait. I supposed I was alone in this giant station but after awhile I saw this guy. He waited for the first train too but fell asleep.
At the first time I saw this picture on my pc I discovered the letters behind his leg: Abfall (rubbish)
I remembered the night, if I walked truth the city and saw this sleeping guy how named as rubbish in my picture, remembered the feelings, the loneliness, the great time before I left my friends in order to go home and thought of a song:
“Kreuzberg” by “Bloc Party”

There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like this city I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out? In those strangers bedrooms

I have decided at 25
That something must change

Saturday night, in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the east side gallery
I was sure that id found love with this one lying with me
Crying again in the Hauptbahnhof

I have decided at 25
That something must change

After sex the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west,
Teach your sons, how to truly love.