Posters
As if I had already decided what I should do, I still took the subway: Friedrichstrasse station, closest to the hotel where I Aldon-down during my stay in Berlin. For the Europa Center then I should take one of several routes to the west who would bring in the Tiergarten: I took an eastward. I knew I had time, and although this decision is irrational, I could not help wanting to go to Alexanderplatz where there was now one hundred days, I found Saint-Loup.
When the train reached the station, I left the train, walked to the precise location of the corridors where I first found: a metal bench set under a large poster advertising. I remembered, because it so contrasted with the attitude of Saint-Loup collapsed on the seat, on April 11 that the poster was an advertisement Kookai yellow background representing a woman's foot with nail varnish were green by a hand holding a fine brush while, caught between his fingers, four men dressed in white t-shirt trying to free himself. Of course, this was not the same: this time, a man from behind, young naked buttocks underscored by a wave draped labeled "Frieder Russmann, 2005, head turned to the right, shaved head, loop the left ear, thin goatee and pointed to the East with engraved knife in the center of each of the two major back muscles, the numbers 24 and 25 boxes, he checked a bloody cross again. Below the photo, a frame with a yellow background with a Swiss Army knife out of the open enrollment "Russmann spielt Lotto." The bench was empty.
I still could not bring myself to leave the premises immediately: I shot the huge station, finding nothing, I went out for a coffee at one of the stalls of one of the stores Alexanderplatz. Beside the bar, a shop of a local photographer with some few of his shots. I threw a glance mechanical ... One of them, a smiling couple, gazing into the eyes: Saint-Loup and Zita
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