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Berlin 1989
The wall is gone. My friend Veit and I finally want to go to San Francisco.
I'm going to San Francisco. - Ok, I'll come with you.
My dad was of the opinion that we were crazy.
You're crazy.
And my mom thought we couldn't even speak english.
You can't even speak english.
Whereupon my father made it understood that he was sceptical anyway about the idea of the trip.
This is complete ***.
Unfortunatly we only had enough money for a flight to New York.
And that's where the trouble started.
No, we're no Nazis. We're communists!
Welcome to America.
Now we only have to find a way to get from New York to San Francisco.
That's all we have.
We still have a long way to go.
What's this?
At home I wrote down all kinds of things we might happen to need at some point.
This doesn't end... "Don't you want to take your shirt off?"
"I'm a lonely communist in search of love"
I think it's great. I think It's great!
Ah, here... "I want to *** you in the a-"