But, he says, reciting a story about how a Munich newspaper recently wrote a rather banal story about him going to the cinema with his daughter and wife, he is also frustrated at the desire to focus on his persona and his private life.
After all, who cares that he was born in Fuerstenwalde in the heart of Soviet-occupied East Germany, that he used to play the cello while at school in Bavaria, or that he bought his first car (a light blue Fiat 500) from his brother in 1969 while studying physics in Munich?
Does anyone really want to know that he likes malt whisky, but dislikes chocolate? Is it relevant that he goes jogging in the morning, that he enjoys skiing in the Swiss alps, or that he listens to both REM and U2 as well as Haydn and Bach?
i can't stop giggling at this.
__________________ Efficiency, efficiency they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Élysées
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