Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Boil 1.98 Freud's War

















A house was on fire. My father was standing beside my bed and woke me up. I dressed quickly. Mother wanted to stop and save her jewel-case; but father said: "I refuse to let myself and my children be burnt for the sake of your jewel-case." We hurried downstairs, and as soon as I was outside I woke up.

3 Comments:

At 11:50 pm, Anonymous arboretum said...

Sie träumen nicht nur unheimlich, Sie machen auch unheimliche Fotos.

 
At 9:09 am, Blogger Geist said...

Foto von E. Klimov.

Traum von Dora.
Freuds erster Feldzug gegen seine Patienten. So eine Art Dreikaiserschlacht, Freud, Fliess, Dora.

 
At 8:33 pm, Anonymous arboretum said...

Da kommt's raus: Sie borgen Fotos aus, und ich habe Freud kaum gelesen.

Immerhin, Klimovs Idi i smotri sah ich damals im Kino.

 

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