I read this book years ago, a funny book, the german version of Hercule Poirot. Funny to see a picture i took in Buenos Aires a few years ago on the cover of this book now. And i’m neither a detective nor do i like caviar.
Holidays in Morocco, or when besides the custom everything is ‘pas de problèmes - bienvenu - inch allah’ and taxidrivers tell you, how everything is ‘alhamdu lel ah’ (thanks to allah), from the worm to the mother-in-law…
Attracted by the ugly.
13 years are laying between this 2 pictures. As i took the 2nd i felt like i was haunted by this house. It was like, it was staring at me, whispering all the time ‘i know you - i know you - take me - take me’. This building with this conspirative atmosphere, where a hundred eyes are permenantely following each of your steps, adducted me and finally i succumbed and took it.
