August 15. Back? Am I back?

Happily I arrive in Berlin, Michelsberg or something, a small village on the southern ring, from where a hypothetical train could lead me to the centre. I sleep on a park bench for several hours, step on the train that has become real dead-tired and go to my friends' place to surprise them. How warm a welcome they give me, I am very grateful for that. We have a lot to tell each other and we hug in admiration.

Now the first thing I do as an individual action is to walk around in Berlin, to see how it is. I go to a supermarket and buy a beer, clip open the bottle and pour the contents right down my throat. This is Berlin, ey Alter! De Olle Kamiel isch zurück. I enjoy it for a couple of seconds, and that's that. I must tell you, as I walk out of that supermarket, the one I went to every single day during my down-phase, I am in a good mood. I see a smiling woman at the checkout counter and she obviously belongs to the beautiful dog that lies unleashed at the flower stall. The guard has begun explaining her that the dog should be leashed. And there am I, seeing the law-abiding German that reminds me of the strangeness I felt and the depressions I went through, there stand I, and say "It is a beautiful and calm dog". A beautiful and calm dog won't do anything, and come on, he can be sleeping without a leash in front of the sunflower vases, CAN'T HE? The guard looks at me and takes me on. Within thirty seconds he has thrown a battery of legislative arguments of why he should insist on the dog's enleashment. If all dogs would be... and what if children get bitten... and it's just a rule... and my boss... and I am here to keep... and my boss... So I engage, and with humour. You know what I tell him? So your boss is not as calm as that dog? Always address a German's superior if you talk to him. Then I leave the supermarket, giving the guard an opportunity to criticize me buy attempting to but a cup of yoghurt in the pocket of my jeans. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" he says. On my way to my old apartment, where I want to pick up some post I do put the yoghurt in my pocket and it doesn't tear open. Then I go to my friends' place and when I try the key the yoghurt falls on the floor and splashes open leaving white stains on the mat. The guard has been right. So I guess the dog should be on a leash to. What have I to refer to? A yoghurt container that has splashed open on the floor. What does he have? Laws, epistles, paragraphs. This is me. And I won't change too much.

As for that evening, it is very nice. We have good talks and I admire Sebastian when he kicks off one of his brilliant monologues about the essential steps toward the development of writing in greater Babylon, the brainlike nerves in hymenopters, Ciaocescu's terror, the industrial history of Berlin and its housing, a foreign exchange rate wrapper, mildew, the banking crisis, scientific social websites, classification systems, and much more.

I work late on the computer, in a room freed from wasps by a skillful hand holding a folded magazine's brute force.

June 23. Seven Lively Sins.

Let's do nothing today! Look around a bit, peek in a bookstore, and read some theater. Walk the busy center of Seoul, observe the people moving on and off. I am shocked that Namdaemun, the "Great South Gate" has been burnt down by some lunatic protesting againt the incumbent president. It is perhaps the most important symbol of this country, and it is being reconstructed to its original state as far as possible. Tradition should be.

Seven lively sins. Here is a list of the seven traditional sins:

Wrath

Avarice

Sloth

Pride

Lust

Envy

Gluttony

The first letters form the words "wasp leg". Bzbzbzbzbzbzbzzzz - sting! sting!

We could call for some characters to impersonate the seven lively sins, and they would all talk to each other. Avarice says "hi Sloth how are you, what are you doing this weekend." Sloth replies "o not much, actually nothing, just sleeping, hanging out. How about you?" - "I don't know yet. I want everything." And Gluttony says "Let's have dinner then!" and they invite Pride too. Pride tells Envy disdainfully that he goes to a better plays. Envy him/herself ends up sharing some drinks with Wrath, whom Pride put down last week. And when they are too drunk to think Lust comes by and does them all.

But I don't like this. We could also do something like "Seven", the Bradpittian movie or Brecht's "Seven deadly sins" but that has already been done. So - hey, don't yawn, this is not supposed to be boring - I'm sorry I'm not writing about where I eat, sleep, drink and shit. I'm sorry I'm not writing about attractions and tourist treasures. Instead I'm spinning and shaking my mind like a bartender who has been drinking on the job shakes his drinks. So, what can we do about those seven lively sins? Let them go undercover and let the reader find out that it can be his neigbor? You like Unsinn? I do. Do you feel detached with the person who is writing these lines? That's what Unsinn can do for us. It's not easy in our society to produce pure nonsense. When you put your personality behind it, people will interpret your words in a way that they always make sense, no matter what. You cannot escape that. Even this. Parakeet, hyperblasphemian daredevil, finch pincher. There's no escape from the industry of sense. So, let's get back to the seven lively sins then.

Worthy art thou, o lively sin? Worthy of what? Of a feisty fling. Of no more than a second's lust and envy of that second, envy of thy self. Dance, o lively sin! More thou want? It's not enough? Avarice is croaching up your legs, o lively sin, there's nowhere you could go. Yes I know: you will devour that one second, and sins will sprout from your feasting. Gluttony and sloth and pride, you will find yourself wretched o lively sin, shipwrecked and clinging to that one second that spurred your existence. Concerted you will all go down, the seven of you, and all you lively sins will yell with stark open mouths as you descent. And all of you will be big in going down but the biggest of you all will be wrath. Keep dancing as you go down thou lively sin. Thou hath enough - now we begin.