Some Postcards from a Cold January in Berlin, 1929

 

Herr Cice and his Oda, I think their skin will come off if they try to pull themselves from each other now. On the chair the young Leonor.

Sir john, Mitch Charron's cat. They both live in a boat in the stream now. Brave. In fact Sir John hasn't moved in days, I fear he has achieved the frozen-status at last.

My Gyna who is about to turn to the dark side! enjoying her last months of freedom. I cannot leave her alone two days, she always gets into trouble.

Drinks at the Wannsee last Saturday, and the first time I saw Oda after a whole year. I have missed the girl. She is a married lady now! I hope herr Cice doesn't asphyxiate her with Italian mega-love.

A lazy morning at the Kranzler cafe in Unter Den Linden, Lindin? blooming German kills me every time. You know where I mean, just in front of the Bundenber, Brendenburg... B-something gate in Berlin. The two lovebirds keeping the distance... for my sake I bet.

Moi, wishing it was already midday so I could drink something stronger than coffee.

George the Terrible, deliciously handsome though. I guess they deserve each other.

Madame Sylvia (sylvia.pettirosso). My RL driver says she looks just like Madona (don't ask, I have no idea who that Madona is. People in a hundred years seem to have strange names), perhaps Madam Sylvia will be her mother or grandmother one day.

Gottfried Lenz (gottfriedlenz), mysterious gentleman. He loves flying. No human being who loves flying in one of those flimsy machines can be trusted... other than Gyna or Mitch of course. 

A second hand shop I didn't even know existed when I inhabited "Lesbenstrasse". Now I visit it often *sighs*

Home sweet home ... ish. The best about it... that I have to walk less than 20 steps to be inside the cheapest watering hole in Berlin

The Secret cafe behind one of Clarrignton's shop. A real pleasure... if one survives the low beam / lethal trap at the entrance.

Sweet Temptress Vi! In that photo I am wearing one of her beautiful designs. We were both frozen, but  sahen zum Anbeißen aus !! 

And with this and a cake... till tomorrow at eight as my RL "driver" often says.

Have fun, everybody, should you be feeling peckish, the Communist Party is offering free soup and bread at the moment... nor that I would eat anything they offered of course ahem. 

Küsse!

Back Home... In a Cardboard Box

 

Look who’s back in town.
Yep. The best mystery-writer in town. Well... one of the best mystery writers in town. Ok... one of the writer's in town. 

After a minor brush with the law, trusting that time, distance, and a well-spent fortune in judicial goodwill will smooth things over — at least for now.

…with not a dime in my pocket.

I've just spent what little I had left on a flat above The Keller. I doubt I’ll be getting much sleep. A wonderful excuse to drink and dance the nights away — assuming I can find a generous third-party wallet, willing to support me and my vices.

On another note, I paid a visit to my darling Gyna. She doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the fact that I now belong to the “lowest” class, nor that I spent the past year behind bars. That’s just who she is.

That said, she did make me suffer through her wall of fame.

She’ll need a bigger house to hang the photos of her masterpieces at this rate. Hopefully it will have a spare room for pauper friends. *grins stupidly*

In the meantime, my “driver” in RL has also undergone a transformation of sorts — a huge one. She’s moved countries and everything, after all manner of (mis)adventures. She claims to be in one piece now, though I fear she may be even crazier than before. *crosses herself*

Let me rest my fingers; I haven’t typed this much in nearly a year. I also need to find some cardboard boxes to sleep on until Frau Jo lets me move the little furniture I have in storage into the new flat.

Hugs to all the Berliners. I have missed you more than you know. Even Jo’s beverages are better than the junk I was forced to put in my mouth at that horrid county jail back home.

Küsschen

Connie xx

A MYSTERIOUS BOOK FROM A MYSTERIOUS CHARACTER - MYSTERIOUSNESS CONTINUES IN BOTH WORLDS

 

Still trapped, but in the odd moments I allow myself to rest I am reading a curious thing. It's a magic book one of the veterans used to read at the Keller. It hasn't been written yet and it won't be written for another 63 years, I had to ask my RL driver to send me a copy. It wasn't easy. Smuggling objects between time/space is strictly forbidden, it can break the fabric of spacetime whatever that is, and apparently no seamstress can repair such fabric. Or that is what They tell us.

This kind of rules reminds me of the tree of knowledge in paradise. Why is it that the Gods don't want us to participate in the knowledge of all things and frighten us with death or worse and yet place appetizers like the tree in the garden Eve shouldn't have eaten from? After all we are part of them... those "all-things"  and have been given a brain... or some of us have, anyway. I don't think mine works particularly well *Connie blushes*  but some people around me could do the job better than the Gods; Actually... that's probably why They don't want us to meddle with things. Mm... maybe this book will answer that question.

I wonder how the veteran could read through it, the font used is tiny. It's a good thing I still have good sight. My RL driver said she couldn't read it to save her life. And it's long, over 700 pages long. I love long though *wiggles eyebrows*. 

I also wonder what that gentleman was doing reading a book full of leftists, though of course is also full of "rightists". And so philosophical. I didn't think soldiers had any interest other than to take enemies' lives and win medals and look martial and handsome in their uniforms.

But above all The Discovery of Heaven is funny, I find myself reading aloud and chuckling to myself.

 So basically: an angel comes up with a plot to fulfill a certain mission - I still don't know myself what this mission consists on - and to do so he/she/them...  (angels being the first genre fluid characters in history..)  will need to manipulate a group of humans to carry out the mission on his behalf in Earth. 

Anyway, I suspect this is going to keep me entertained for a while, though I still would much rather be back in Berlin with you lot. Or even better, be back in Berlin with you lot while readying The Discovery of Heaven at the Keller with a huge glass of whiskey on the table. *Connie pauses for breath*

Miss you dearly, I should be back on Saturday. Leave some bubbly for me pretty please. And keep on reading, it's the only solution to whatever mess both worlds are heading towards 

AND THE FUNNIEST-QUOTE-IN-SL- PROFILE- AWARD OF THE YEAR GO TO ...

 Taryn (nowhereg1rl)

Without a doubt. 

Visit her (profile) if you don't believe me.

Going to bed laughing hysterically to myself.

PS _ apologies. This is another oldie I never published at the time; but I cannot really send any fresh news due to being away at the moment, I hope her profile still shows as it was when it gave me a fit of laughter! 

I am so sorry I haven't been able to get back for this long, trying to keep up with frl Vorseck is proving more challenging than expected (and my driver in RL is about to jump out of a window apparently, I don't know the details but it sounds severe. I hope there are flying cars and taxis in the future and one can catch her and take her to safety ... I keep on telling her to move back in time, she could live with me and the girls in 1929 if she promises to give up that horrendous noise she calls music of late,  but she insists I don't know what's awaiting for us in the 1930s *Connie gnaws her nails nervously*.  Either way, I hope you are all doing well, specially my two girls! and that I get to see you all soon for some more Charleston, mischief and bubbly. 

Yours,

Connie.

AN OLDIE

 As I am away from town for a few days I'll take the chance to publish a few forgotten photos from the Queens night, it's not called like that but I cannot remember the name... *scratches her head* 

Moi, dancing with the handsome Mikk. Verona to my left, Fray Verona! She is facing Herr Cice (Oz's Dorothy) and his straw(wo)man *whispers: who was, of course, his muse, Oda*

You'll have to forgive me, I am awful with names. I have forgotten who this interesting "gentleman" is.

I do remember this one well though ;) but I won't disclose her name... I mean... his name *coughs*

Fray verona... 

I believe she is Celine? she is not in disguise but in the shadows!

the most handsome actor ever, Mikk. And a very golden moi. *takes a mental note to go on a diet, that rear challenges physics as we know them* 

I am not sure who this beauty is but the "Dorothy" behind her has impressive leg muscles! le piace la bicicleta ;) 

Daphne ... *fans herself*

Dorita as elegant and debonair as usual.

Oh this was hysterical ...

This ... I mean... Tequila with her mustached husband ... unhinged !  I have never seen so much or so long a hair in any living (or dead) creature! The Venus of Hairdo!

The dreamy Bryon *sighs*

Georgina and our handsome cigarette boy ...

The pipe gives me away... and the rear, of course...

Little yogurt... errr... I mean Edu! mesmerised, probably by the Venus of Hairdo!

My prince...ss

A folk curiosity and a dog !

*covers her eyes*

the three musketeers ...

Herr Clarrington... awake? *Connie rubs her eyes to make sure*

I think the trauma of seeing herr Cice in skirts will last me a lifetime

And then, when everyone was asleep a very secret rendezvous ... 

a lady with a foreigner in the dark ...No idea who he was. Maybe I dreamed him. Too much bubbly

Cheerio my darlings! I hope you are doing well! enjoy my Berlin for me and make sure the commies go nowhere near my properties!!