New York, February 24, 1996

It is 12:30pm and I just returned from Boston after a long travel with an incredibly annoying bus that drove me in front of my house after stopping at every airport to find people to come with us and then taking midtown bridge and going up to 48th street. At 50th street I found out that two of the last six people that he had not yet dropped off had to go to 86 street. I said listen, I want to get reimbursed for the time that I wasted. I have to go downtown and if you don't drive me right now I am dropping out here. He wouldn't let me go unless I pay $20 I said --no!!! I'll be happy to take a cab downtown so you can drop these guys off but then I won't pay more than $10, and even this is generous considering the fact that I wasted almost 2 hours by now. I should get even reimbursed for my time. He wanted to call the police, I said go ahead, I'll help you, I'll be happy to talk to them. He ended up driving me downtown for 20 dollars immediately while the other two people, one poor Russian woman and a guy who might have been German, were sitting in the car, not noticing what was going on. At 20th street (it took them a long time) they realized that we were going downtown. This busdriver was really full of shit. And I was stupid enough to go with them. I ended up paying $20 to the door here. I argued I could have taken the Brooklyn bridge and would be already in bed and sleep for two hours. Anyway...It is foggy here and it took me 5 hours to get out of the JFK before yesterday. Tonight I was lucky. I came 10 minutes before departure of my flight and just picked a line that seemed to get forward pretty fast. I asked a Brazilian guy if this is to JFK and he said yes. They asked me whether I have a connecting international flight. And I said yes. To were. To Berlin. So I finally ended up in a machine that looked more like a patchwork teepee or a flying carpet than an aircraft. I went for the adventure although I was very scared about crashing. Like this I got on a plain which was leaving in time but I realized that this was the earlier plane that was an hour late. So good luck. The aircraft was scary and I talked with the Brazilian about that in Brazil everybody says that the flight was excellent otherwise you wouldn't survive it. We drank beer and were scared but fast in NY. then this shit ended up happening with the bus-cab...in German we say: Wie gewonnen so zeronnen, Ho it went so it left?? And tonight the performance at Elga...Oh my god.