to glimmer

dedicated to S.

climbing up the many stairs from Jannowitzbrücke underground station. the last session still in the bones.

walking over the bridge, passing the protesters against the chinese government and down Brückenstraße. a quick glance at the club, now in the sunlight and without the line of waiting people far less enticing than by night.

turning right in the small Annenstraße and then left in the even tinier stub of Dresdener Straße, the leftover from the street that starts a few meters away into Kreuzberg, silent witness of the time when the wall divided the city.

finally arriving at the flat. finally lying on the bed, while the rest of the city slowly but inexorably starts into the sunday morning. one somnolent look on the phone, not yet able to sleep anyway. an enthusiastic message from N. referring to the last night; answering with an emoji. Re.'s request to decide what she should have for lunch half the world away; quickly reviewing the options and putting a "thumbs up" on one of them. the last one from xKar asking for a Mario Kart re-match later in the day; writing: "going to crush you again!"

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the train is emptier now after passing Alexanderplatz and releasing wednesday afternoon rush hour people. "Senefelder Platz" the sonorous voice says; getting off the train.

walking down Kollwitzstraße. ringing the bell and hearing the buzz of the door lock almost immediately, xKar must have waited by the bell again.

xKar screaming "Yes, yes, oh yes, don't stop!"

the smacking sound of a pelvis hitting a bottom, inadvertantly matching the rhythm of the dubstep music playing in the background.

"Am I allowed to come?"

grabbing their nipples for even more stimulation before pleasurably answering: "When the song is over"

heavier pounding

the last notes of the song are lost in the screams of xKar coming.

"shall we go grab something to eat at the Eberswalder?"

a grunt of approval, trying to not be distracted from the worn out playstation controller to finally beat xKar in a Tekken 5 fight; losing anyway

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the clicking of the camera.

"Can you turn around a bit?"

"Let me adjust this harness first, it doesn't fit right"

N. waiting patiently, bouncing a bit on the feet to the sounds of Fall of Efrafa playing while outside of the apartment the S-Bahn is rushing by like it does every few minutes.

"Ok, we can go on"

the unwelcoming atmosphere of Potsdamer Platz, even more so by night. almost fleeing from there down the seemingly endless Leipziger Straße. the always upcoming question if the lion in front of the chinese restaurant has been broken from the start or just never been renewed in all the years. reaching the Spree, going right. thinking about Re., she must be getting up right now. walking past the new buildings (even the youngest stand there for almost ten years now, but they will always feel new) built on the patch of land where the wall once stood. funny how it was so present even though it was torn down before being born.