Outside it's drizzling slightly. The sky is gray, a mesh different dark clouds, and dive all that one sees dark in the same light: across the shiny wet tiles of the house, the dark brown metal roof constructions, the weathered wood In view of the white-gray, porous facade. The gray-walled box with the green shutters, the white-painted frame, the curtains, the black of the interior.
The yellow-brown facade of the distant row of houses, the pots and plants, furniture and bags on the balconies. The smoking couple with brown and blond hair. The green sheet of oxidizing dormer windows, the dark Eternit roof. The barren land of the roof terrace, the ivy on the fireplace, the shrubs, clothes lines, the folded umbrella, the kettle grill and the red deck chair.
Pull the gray-green forests of the past Üetliberg Wokenfetzen. Sometimes they surround the television tower, and sometimes they give him free. From the streets you can hear the clear ringing of a pneumatic hammer and the noise of passing cars.
12.30 clock, pfi
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