it is: Noir Desire. One Trip, One Noise.
Halloween Night in Northern Germany. My bike. Professor says it is a very precious old German bike. It makes funny noises.
I ride home, carry it up and down these annoying hundreds and hundreds of stairs, up and down to some other metro, train. Just so I can ride the last piece of way home. Through the night. Along the Spree. Hurried people.
And a revelation, for free, - how could I forgive unconditionally, when I didn't even manage to love unconditionally.
so it is: Noir Desire.
He killed his lover on a cocaine rush. Sentenced to many years in Prison.
How is that now. For a change.