we meet on the street because this is how it is been done, and on the street, before eating food on a table (she invited), we see a crime. crime stays undescribed because was a bit of maybe mafia, a bit of somebody roped, a bit less of any girli-pop, with bloody toes and so on, BUT WHATEVER. to say is all got handled pam pam as the redhead was just taking over the situation, thanks to that, might we didn't need to do anything beside being passenger princesses, and we all have been, all the boys and me. so on the way to the restaurant we go a bit schnick schnack and i get the impression that she is very smart, then she also says it about herself, so i am not sure anymore. she has seen the website and i think this is funny, and also i think she is not unright with her self-observation, so whatever. we do not speak about the crime on the way to the ragout. the redhead walks on my left and speaks a bit about media but it's after work, she says, so we stay with the after work thought, i think. we had been meeting us already one time, but there i remembered her face different, very likely due to the evening as hubris, as it has been the elevator music evening where we all waited for hell and surprise, hell arrived in womit, there in this light red hair looks different. just now thinking, actually that redhead and me had two major wildcards. well. later i ask her why she is so speaking well this language and she says, that she was six months in the village exile. makes me sense. i like the profile of her lips when she says something about music. however, sitting and looking i get tired of the table with fish, so i say bye bye, lovely you are good evening, good travel back to outside of europe, i really like radio shows.