All that Glisters is not Gold / All that Stinks is not Vomit
I have a part time job in a publishing house, nice little island, share the room with a collegue. Lately there was a curious stinking cloud lingering in our room: vomit. Pure vomit. Disgusting. Where did it come from? Not me, not him, for sure. It took us a while to detect the spring: a Ginkgo fruit! Ripe, incredibly healthy, incredibly stinking. The Ginkgo tree is called „Duck Feet“ as far as I remember, in Japanese, because the leaves look like. Why do I tell you this story? I have no idea. Today was the first half-sunny day in an endless row of grey heavy dark days. I go nuts here :-O Berlin stinks but is a healthy alternative maybe. For now.
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