is this day 3 again? either way, it's passed bedtime. but duarte CCL (couldn't care less). he grabs my arm & ushers me into a small room. it looks like a cubicle in the midst of a tornado. there are a lot of moths. i manage, however, to keep my head on. after barcelona, nice and ve-nice we are somehow back in germany. dunno how duarte does this. he says i can continue the residency as long as i want. "until u die", he cackles into a microphone, "only 66 euros / day". plus tax. aurora, beuys, beugz, lewin, kebab, heilmann, gators, pilsner,,, different trains (after steve reich). delavy. i set the bug alarm for ten passed midnight, may 2nd.