's own nose, Mr.
crime writer Schmiester ,
is touched too often.
In my last letter I have you, well known in the impulse of literary-choleric attack, as a typical German. This insult I can not be left unchallenged. If I'm critical of myself am, I must confess that belonging to a state at all is an insult. Actually, it reveals more the existence of prejudice in my own, I too probably have problems with my German-ness. (This I'm probably the first truly German. Had not Heinrich Heine so many problems with Germany and loved it so much?) Well, the quarrel with their own country probably belongs to the German-ness.
am truly frightened about myself I, however, in Aachen. In Aachen, namely, the Couven Museum, which shows the bourgeois domestic culture of the past centuries. Each room was decorated in a bourgeois style of living. Well, guess what room I was most comfortable, yes almost like home. In the Biedermeier! Is not that narrow-minded! Yes, yes, the theater director gets in a Biedermeier kitchen moist eyes. What it's not all there.
your theater director Buurmann.
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