The Rupture Is the Bonding
Scroll down for German version. Recently I was sitting on a bench in a little park in Stuttgart. Not far from the bus stop on Kleiststrasse. I was just hanging around and I noticed that autumn had arrived, yellow leaves were falling from the trees. A major traffic artery roared behind me, crossed too by the no. 92 bus that I would later be catching home to my new residency in Schloss Solitude. 50 metres ahead of me hung a