Please stop it. Listening to the media, it was the image that it was the scene of the crime, or anyone else to demonize the area settlements. You get in with Sido on one level. He sings of his panel, which is dirty, like a hooker, where drugs and sex are the sole ruler. His thoughts, his heart, his life, his world are celebrated in the panel focused. He is an advocate, but draws a rather poor picture of the plates and that also. Someone whose horizon just one thing: from 1 to 16 stories can not, just as cosmopolitan are known.
But back to my original pamphlet. As a child growing up in West parental big house on the land with sloping walls and creaking floors, I moved to the East in a new estate with five stories. Most of them still have their old Chique. One can see the individual modules, or panels, filled with either yellow or red stones. The stones, pressed at that time in the soft gray concrete, give the buildings their color.
Everyone, who has leased the 35 square meters plus balcony the same conditions. A small hallway, a bathroom, a kitchen, an alcove, a large room. In most cases, the apartment without a wallpaper with the bare concrete walls and linoleum floor Standart-handed. Despite the apparent restricted nature and conformity of the apartments is available to any of the tenants are entirely free to set up entirely to his taste. can colors, furniture, walls and floors to determine any themselves. From the balcony of each apartment has its own view. One has to 17, sun clock, the other can enjoy the evening sun. Others in the house can watch the neighbor masturbating on the balcony, while Jan has on the left side of the most beautiful balcony of the settlement in his field of vision. The balconies are already a thing in itself. From completely empty parapets, to fully planted in two rows, everything can be found. Some vertäfeln her little kingdom. Other stretched over their heads or clothes lines shall also an old sofa. I stand before a long row of houses, I know only how diverse people and their homes are. Each of the 50 felt balconies is different. They are the shop window of the apartment. From inside to outside and vice versa. Some talk from left to right. Is transported over a bottle of beer on a rope from top to bottom. Who wants to argue that we have no privacy, knows life is not there. Who wants to have no contact with the neighbors, must not, but it can. The walls, which are often described as being so thin as they were made of cardboard, most leave the dull booming of the bass from the stereo. Most people ask me of old buildings with high ceilings with stucco and wood flooring, as I could stand only if I ever hear the neighbors. To hear them every step of the tenant above them or the walls of permeable wood and clay, are to be concealed there. What do they want? We speak of individual lifestyle. If you look at the apartments in the beautiful old houses, and compares them early days, we see mostly a clear pattern: a bit of Ikea, a little antique, a little bulky, but not too dirty and possibly restored. The latter is usually in a very prominent position as Curiosity of the home. Since you have your individuality, its piss. Would you make from each plate in my apartment four part a photo and the same with you, I know who would lose out.
You can shop here, has short routes, is immediately on the tram. Let me alone: stand-alone cut off, and Assiviertel. Clearly here to stay and assisting Nazis. Those who live here but only because it is pushing up rents. Apart from the Nazi filth who come here every now and day rumlungert, I with all this clear. And you have the same. Only have the place in you jacket bomber jacket and expensive wine instead of beer. Make some eyes on.
"But the view, so I could not live that may have to have. "I hear you. I look out the window I see 48 individually decorated balconies. I know some people do even if I meet them at Rewe or Norma. To the left I see a large wooded hill to see where in the summer are ballooning. Looks quiet time out of your windows. In a backyard, where the garbage cans are. Two cars can park and a bank for the pensioner on the ground floor is around too. I see down there is a chestnut avenue leading long between the houses, to a meadow where in the summer next to the table tennis grilled.
I live really nice. Have my apartment set up great, had some nice neighbors and the neighborhood know relatively well. And if I am ever so try to find a single reason why I should move here.
What entrains from the media always in a deprived area, a satellite town, a prefab or new settlement was killed a child, there were attacks on foreigners, there were numerous break-ins and so on. Sure, if so many people are focused on such a small space, you take all the space was and just forget, as is the rest of the city. Why must always be emphasized so much that they are housing estates? Add to that crime, in the inner city to the population by, so I am sure that there is not much different to the suburbs ... Let the Rumgehacke be easy. I feel that is so on the bag that I really can not say ... Clearly pitting the idiot, doing anything with media and think on their hallway floor great concepts to all and anyone who is not like them, but only until they are burned out and can no longer work and their chic housing can not afford. I wish them all my heart, so hopefully they realize, like all others, and lives most of the people, and that it is actually quite nice here!
I must admit that I start here as a tourist lived and studied here and the people watching. Meanwhile, I am part of it has become. I catch myself as I bring order to the stairs or sit down at the district festival in front of the Rewe to my neighbors and really good one. Only because my apartment, their cut and their setup, I would not want to trade.
