How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else. R. Buckminster Fuller

Saturday 23 August 2008

killer turnips


Just remembered that I saw a fox today when cycling back home. He was crossing the road and disappeard behind a block of flats. It was half 8. Didn't look hurried at all, had a quite relaxed strawl. Was near the crossing Heinrich-Heine strasse with Annen strasse.
It was not a really really big rat, really. He was a couple of meters away and had a controlled yet relaxed trod.

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