Westberliner Vormittag. »Im noch zu

Westberliner Vormittag. »Im noch zuckenden ehemaligen Herz der Stadt«, beschrieb ein Journalist die Lage unseres Büros. Stau vor den Boutiquen. Sehr alte Russinnen versperren in dicken Trauben die Seitenstraße, in der ich parken will. Einparken, ohne fluchen zu dürfen: Das ist die Vorhölle. Schmerzhaft wie eine Brandwunde ohne Kühlung. Ich brumme in kurzen Intervallen. Schimpfworte, die nicht rausdürfen, geistern unausgesprochen über meine Lippen. Leidet so ein Tourette-Patient?

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 1:

West Berlin morning. » In the still twitching former heart of the city ", a journalist described the location of our offices. Storage before the boutiques. Very old Russians blocking the side street, where I want to park in thick bunches. Parking, without swearing to may: this is the limbo. Painful as a burn without cooling. I brumme at short intervals. Name-calling out may not be implicitly haunt over my lips. Suffers such a Tourette's patient?

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

West Berlin morning. "In still twitching former heart of the city," a journalist described the location of our office. Jam boutiques. Very old Russians block in thick grape the side street where I want to park. Parking, without being allowed to curse: That's limbo. Painful as a burn without refrigeration. I mutter at short intervals. Foul language, who do not get out, may spirits unspoken on my lips. So suffers a Tourette's patient?

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

West Berlin this morning. "In the still twitching former heart of the city," described a journalist the location of our offices. Jam before the boutiques. Very old Russians in thick block grapes side street, in the I want to park. Parking, without to curse: this is the limbo. Painful as a steady burn without cooling. I Brumme in short intervals. Curses,Not rausdurfen, spirits sort hangs over my lips. Suffers so a Tourette-Patient ?