Yes, so there I was, broke in Berlin, and having a very hard time making ends meet. But I had a fancy car - unknowingly purchased from a major drug dealer! Very soon a bit more of the thrill faded as I found that there was an odd and very uncomfortable lump in the driver seat, a bad spring I reckoned, but too broke to fix barely afford petrol! I kept having to shift around in the seat for relief. Not fun. I made a little cash writing dreams for "Träume Für Diejenigen Die Nicht Träumen Institute"(the Institute of Dreams for the Dreamless), but let's get real: dreams come cheap. There's no money in it. You can't live on dreams. Supplemented my income in an equally stupid and impoverishing manner: unloading trucks carrying the newspaper, "Bild."I carried a large magnet around my neck. Throwing the magnet on the metal binding securing the stacks of newspapers, and then pulling the string attached made me very efficient with unloading,but magnetism was ruining healthCont.   1

whiffoself 16 May 2015