Variation 7: The Button perspective

'm On the bus line p No idea what has become of my predecessor. Had the seamstress but used only my colleagues out of school. It does not matter. Now I'm holding the new decorative button on this overcoat.

Very nice crowd here. Somehow, some sniffing. The discs are also quite misty. And this stupid bag strap. Takes me the whole time the view! And now the tears still on me around. Rauf. Down. This is definitely half an hour like that. Hopefully the thread holds through.

Oops, now I can see again. My carrier complained to the passenger in the leather jacket. Rightly so. Oh you ever! My thread dissolves!

My God, where am I here? Shoes everywhere around me. Ouch.

(Two hours later).

Now I lie here still on the ground. How boring. I think the bus driver drove the bus in a garage. Pretty dim's here under the seat And this filth around me.

Oh fright. There! A broom! Stop! No! Nooooo!

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Variation 6: Censored

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Variation 5: Bould newspaper

GUTTENBERG BRUTAL MUG!

As long as he can still endure? How much resentment he may have put away? Ph.D. deprived, abused by the opposition party even friends no longer keep him. And now this: KT is attacked on the bus - in broad daylight! This is what happened: Yesterday morning, 11.35 clock. Guttenberg rises at Berlin's main train station to the bus line south (towards the Reichstag building). The bus is full, KT must be underway. An old woman recognizes him, has the Minister to place, KT disclaims thanks. Then the unthinkable: Suddenly, a man pulls a black mask over his head (southern appearance, black beard, broken German). He tries brutally, to minister to snatch the briefcase. Guttenberg German army reserve officer, can fend him first. The attacker then he tears the buttons off his jacket - precious family heirlooms! 112 years old, pure gold! The Masked flees.

Two hours later in the Bundestag. Guttenberg is the speaker. Jacket and shirt (Prada) fit perfectly. It lacks only one button. He bravely admits: Yes, I've made mistakes in my thesis. Germany asks: How he keeps all this from only Bould said: We are KT! THIS is GUTT for Germany!

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Variation 4: Denglish

Bus S, it's rush hour. There is a guy, probably a twen, stylish base cap on his head. His body seems somehow misshapen, the neck is gestretched strange. The crowd gets out. The guy pumping his aggressive vibration in the room, pampt to its neighbors. The Message: Rempel me not to, otherwise there is the same trouble. His voice should sound cool, but has rather the sound of a soft baby Stimmchens. When he sees an empty seat, he refuels himself.

Two hours later crosses the guy at a different location on Cour de Rome, in front of the Gare Saint-Lazare. In the background a poster of Jil Sander. It reads the slogan: "Life is a Story-Giving." That guy is still the cool ones. There is now also another type. Says to him: "There is missing a button on your sweater." He shows him where (at the button-down collar).

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Variation 3: Cliffhanger

The bus line south during rush hour. A young guy squeezes into the aisle, maybe 26 years old, soft hat, slightly longer neck. People get out. The young man is still brushed up on riot, barks to his neighbor: the should stop constantly bumping into him. The neighbor looks like a wrestler on TV: bull neck, shaved head - a completely tattooed muscleman. Now, a free space is directly next to the two. Both want to sit - crap, me is the view obstructed.

Two hours later, I see the young man again, he is at the Cour de Rome, in front of the Gare Saint-Lazare. He looks a bit disheveled. Next to him another man and says to him: "There is missing a button on your overcoat, seems to be torn down because the threads are still hanging." He shows him where (at the neck).

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