TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake
His face was all bloody, his eyes bulging out. My story makes the eyes of Nr. 10 bulge out.
Two days of blessed peace.
Nevertheless, misanthropy is an illness. You don’t die from it, but you constantly want to kill somebody.
I turn on the television:
“It’s nothing to be misanthropic, but to swallow life with all its seed, for this one needs courage.”
Ah, this is for men. I turn off the television.
11. Nr. 10 has been convinced all week: someone is lying in the neighbors’ bedroom – the neighbors who have been sick with the flu and didn’t take part in the meeting at the teacher’s door. Someone is lying there or lay there.
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