they still remember the schröder years here and how the hamburger school of social politics screwed over the worker and the unemployed the single mum with a reformation in the social system so lovingly nick named harz vier after that heartless bastard harz who was schröders social minisiter what a lap dog heart of coal which all those mining kumpels could recognise with ease a screeching in the return carriage is anything here going to make it back to ground zero and bite me in the arse well i am not so worried about it any more in any case i will move on and over plenty of shortages around here in town to fill looking for a hand and the politic is sending willing workers away too hard to work even if you have made it here cannot navigate the system all that paperwork most employers throw into the too hard basket über sein horizont i like that want everyone has their horizon that is as far as they can see a short sighted klotz knows not their boundary i have a coupl of neighbours like that unfortunately they see no boundaries whatsoever the never ending ego where do i end and you begin taking the blurred line of inter subjectivity and applying it to the surveyance of land borders
