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SEPTEMBER 14, 2006 7:41 AM

Just when you think you and the world are somewhat on the right track you find yourself at a party with a plaque at the door that says "private club members only" and everyone is dressed in monochrome black and beige and lounges on loungy leather couches and there is a "cigar room" with a fire place and you loose yourself in an armchair and fumble for the spot on your chest where you used to feel your heart beating but instead you find a goldchain with a heartshaped medaillion that has BOURDIEU inscribed on it, in cursive..
Diedrich Diedrichsen, in his book about Berlin Mitte sees that what's happening is a privatization of reality: "reality, meaning something that only exists when it is accessible to everyone, appears as private property" - keeping it real on the leather armchair.


Of course nothing can keep you from sitting down on a patch of grass, preparing a sharp guestlist and putting it up on the next lamp post, then smoke some cigs and stay tactically sound.

hi nina,

my friend andrew is leaving going to europe at the end of next month for 6 weeks. he's going to be passing through berlin and was wondering if you would be willing to let him sleep on your couch for a night or two. he is a wonderful person. what do you think?

patrick | September 14, 2006 7:07 PM

of course he can sleep on my couch!
i would only ask him to bring me a can of annie's refried beans, and a bottle of vitamin b complex pills. these are the thing i have been waiting to ask someone to bring me from the states.
you can just give him my email address and he can let me know about the details.

nina | September 15, 2006 5:23 AM


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