"Genau so kaputt wie ich!", sagte er.
Once upon a time I sat in a coffee bar. My friend ordered something to drink and got this umbrella. I asked him carefully, if I could have it, because I like such memories. Small pieces. Small things.
And he said:
"It's not perfect. It's broken-down like me!"
And I answered:
"It doesn't matter to me."
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