regime of the real time
(UR: gelände / areas)

What is wrong with this town?

Three sharpen towers, a high flat house, a layer of houses under this, heavens on the top. Much it, but say quietly, they also say: The city center doesn’t look old for history with many unusual things into this. The years which have gone over would have added only beauty up. Into what is at the final count - who is the most beautiful in the whole country? - for a water-level it looks at itself daily and at night. Your charm, furthermore one says her, it be so unique that or she, the town hardly understands. One only knows this take, walking along Riga’s Streets. And every body (everybody) can find its angle there in the streets (a complicated labyrinth) which one then wishes always and again and again to find. One can lose even the way of his own if it would be the first time.

It wouldn’t be, surely not with me the first time. What is wrong with this town?

And where are they, the millions of People which are alleged in the capital (Capital) at home? The resident and inhabitants real time regimes. Where are you? Where one finds you live? Why one sees no-one being mistaken, becoming confused, standing, shrieking with delight and howling in a wish corner in the labyrinth through narrow lanes and jubilieren, because wishes are fulfilled, then?

A corner appeared on the edge on the left in front now. Such a disguising corner, an Unsichtbarmachungsmützerl (not Mikkels) not red, more gray. Yes, none at all also shall see. I nevertheless see it. Because I have seen this all through: Somebody like me looks on the town there. Somebody like me wonders there what is merely the matter. Turn Hey over there, please! I should know, penetrating very loudly, loudly so that this one or this one heard it under the Mützerl on the place there yell. One would immediately recognize himself. He like to the greeting or she would nod knowingly there, turned towards me with the face, perhaps waves even, her hand raises briefly briefly. Welcome.

What is wrong with this town, why it isn’t called welcome there only once and what is merely with us, condemned, searching loose? Why don’t we go and find out the town treasure?


Source: Riga, Latvia. Best viewed: day and night.
Translated by Linguatec
posted by savadee @ 00:22:14
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