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How I got caught between the borders for one day

Posted by julian on 29 May 2010

This is no international harbor

said the border policeman when the world sank into the mist for the first time. No harbour – I could imagine that, since I just drove 100 kilometres away from the sea on tiny village streets, then 20 lonely-as-hell kilometres on serpents up into the grey clouds, which condensed on me and made me terribly wet. The policemen seemed happy about some company at the end of the world. So I stayed for a cup of tea before heading to the next border which, according to the detailed map one of the policemen drew, was about 100 kilometres away. It was late. So I drove much too fast for the five metres of sight the mist left me.

Mist at the Vietnamese-Laotian Border Read the rest of this entry »

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29May

Bald Head Sex

Posted by stefan on 18 February 2010

Day 1: Munich. The bald head man says: “I have tried everything. Every time
they tell me it’s scratching. I had it freshly-shaved, but it’s still
scratching. It just doesn’t work. I think what’s out once doesn’t ever
get in again.”

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18Feb

Karma Tales 1: Jodie

Posted by admin on 3 December 2009

Jodie was a survival machine. Her story was that she had been mistreated badly by her single mother, left home as soon as she could, fought for herself all her life. This part of karma is what is usually explained by former lives. Doesn’t matter if you buy it. Not even a real beauty, she nonetheless had learned how to seduce any man she needed for self validation. And self validation she needed a lot. Her relationships tended to get fucked up real fast. No surprises here, no need for psychological analysis, it can all be nicely explained by karma – impressions that shape the subconscious.  But that was her karma. How did I get caught up in that, and why? Read the rest of this entry »

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3Dec

How to drink free at the Oktoberfest/A most awkward sex story

Posted by admin on 25 September 2009

I had lived in Munich for about five years. Yet my intellectual arrogance had always kept me away from what the locals call the Wies’n – Oktoberfest. Here’s how I rediscovered the world’s premium celebration of European drinking culture, including the secret to finding new friends and drinking for free, and a truly embarassing sex story featuring the most original Wies’n souvenir ever. Read the rest of this entry »

Popularity: 55% [?]

25Sep