His biggest dream was to play a concert on the deck of a ship rolls to one and towering tidal wave of Berlin. It was David Bowie who dreamed. David Bowie has a lot of money, I think. And he was already a major in the space. David Bowie gets his concert and I have a ticket.
A cruise ship is in the middle of Berlin in a specially built for the event port, people cavort and Bowie is high on a pedestal. Whatever the reason, I go below deck and stand in a large room. There is not much going on, some people look around. Large it is the space. To my right window through which one views the sea and country views to see in front railing to hold on. I stand there, hold me and listen. The music begins and a roar of warning: The Wave. With the flood of people come. I look frantically searching in pairs of eyes, hear them scream and panic. It gets on my mind and I do not understand what they have now. They completely freak out, it was planned. With stoic calm I embrace the cold iron bar and into my sweaty palm. "There is no reason to disengage. Tut only that, whatever I do. People, please." I say and do. Nice to hear when people on me. The wave washed
the ship grabs and pulls it with tremendous power with them. We bow upright and my job is to just hold me. It works great, I've wedged few knots. Around me they fly down and clap on the floor, the wall was straight. Stupid they are, I think. What do they stand around too easily. Meanwhile, as many verschwurbelte body lying there, that it would not even be bad if I fall, too. I landed softly and well bedded on bones. I hang in the air and think how stupid are all, as the situation calms down and the ship goes back slowly in the horizontal. Now mood prevails as after a fat storm, quite nice actually. The few survivors and I breathe through berappeln, and look around.
little wobbly on his feet I've been, I admit. But also do not commonplace so Bowie concert, and I stand true to his music. I'm looking dopey with a view from the room and decide to take a closer look around me, but would not do so. The wave sloshes back to our home to move into the harbor. Well, the same game yet even know where is my railing? Aha. I go to it, but not reach it, because suddenly there such a murderous device swinging pendulum in front of my nose through the room. combined razor sharp I come to the opinion that we should help this time, swing by. Like on a playground swing. I dangle ever ran here and contact the surrounding flat whistle for help. A woman steps out of the small group of screaming and clinging to the pendulum. I roll my eyes and feel confirmed, people are shit.
The cutter just staggering. No big moves coming on, he's on. Crap. The screaming woman loses pendulum completely the mind and tears with the others. They want out of the room and the same time and as quickly as possible. Only one door is open, the others are closed impenetrable. They all run on it and make it through. The cry Else scolds me: We have no time, the door would fall at any moment. Does the extent it is not a normal door. More like an Indiana Jones-even nasty case of trapdoor. They just squeezed ever so long. Damper closed. Peace at last.
Excellent, I look around. A staircase leads up to, but the door is closed a long time. Two more doors at the other end of the room. A left and a small hallway and behind a sofa, right. I take the left, stay in the framework are and a huge purple bed spy on a brown carpet. Runner shag, a white dresser mirror, yellow light. David Bowie's bedroom. No, that's too private and I retire. Was now not such a pretty sight, but no matter. To go round the corner, sitting at the past, on the other door. If I meet a geisha. She looks at me, gives no sound, but somehow says hello with their eyes and scuttles to a over-sized chair in which sits a blond young man. He was not even noticed me, yes. Neither youth nor chair. I seem to bother the two want to verlustieren private. The door, exactly.
already so a large room, everything here is huge. Picture window directly beneath the high ceiling give a view of a blue sky, only a few tattered cotton wool clouds there. Light brown carpet, Star Trek bridge furniture everywhere, chill music jingles, men in uniforms astronauts sit chatting in the cushions. Drugs are in the game, I smell this Though not averse to it, I continue to deal with what's happening, but I am drawn to the geisha and her boys. I turn away, standing on the doorstep, and she wants to tell me something. My phone rings. It is snow-free and supervised homework fails. There will be a great Monday.
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