I don’t like any automatic machines. Already being a little kid, because in general it was hard work to pry those things open, to have access to cigarettes or money. A ticket machine can drive you ballistic. I’m already there, as I’m fighting with this darn technology for ten minutes. Sadly enough, this apparatus doesn’t accept any bills. I rather believe in the devil than God, and that the devil invented this one and wants nothing but to ruin my soul.

Directly next to it, is a soda machine. Luckily, I still have the one coin, and this is enough for a bottle of mineral water. I am thirsty. Bless me for not having given this euro to that hoodlum. I consumed my last meal yesterday around lunchtime. In the afternoon, I finally freed the already stuck cheese salami from the ice compartment of the fridge in my apartment. I took over the fridge from the previous tenant last year. Wow, the previous tenant Tina! This devilish good-looking chick immediately looked familiar to me, when I first viewed the apartment; from the movies, from TV, I don’t know where from. Kitchen lowbrow Tina Ritsch was, in the past, a not completely unknown young actress, though exclusively in b-movies, and later went into only shooting porn. For some Hollywood stars, however, things went the other way round. Tina Ritsch is one of sorts and to my liking. Never mind her deficits in the kitchen as she is more than equalizing them in bed.