DOPPELGÄNGER

by Marc Lunghuß

Memories of places, that was the topic on which he had to write a certain number of texts, and he had written about memories about far-off places, about Valparaiso, for example, and about Da Nang, but also about places from the past, about Kreuzriehe and Kunkel’s Pond, and he’d written about places just outside his door, about Görlitzer Park and about the medical supply store down the street, and now, only one text remained to be written by him, to fulfill the quota while adhering to the schedule quite well, but try as he might, he could not come up with anything, and instead of just cutting loose on the writing of this last text, he rather liked to imagine to be someplace else, in a city he’d never been to – take, for example, Istanbul -, just randomly sitting in a little café next to a man who would tell him that he himself he would have to write a certain number of texts, texts about memories of places, and he would now, after having written about far-off places and past places and near places, that he would now be just one story short, but he could not come up with anything, and that he rather liked to imagine being someplace else, take, for example, Berlin.