There are night busses in Munich, too. But the one I had the pleasure to ride so far was full of white adolescents that just had some beer too many. That is fun, but compared to Frankfurt it is like a visit of the Opera. Well, no. Operas can be full of blood, deceit, singing and scandalous dresses. Exchange scandalous dresses with functional fashion for the winter, singing with Bavarian dialect, deceit with hefty burps and blood with slush..yeah about that. So to celebrate this philistine society here is the remains of a once big plan for report on Frankfurt’s night buses. All I got to take was one little clip which portrayed two strangers coming close. Too close for one of them, actually. But you’ll see it for yourself. And I want to thank Yann Tiersen for the wonderful soundtrack – next time I’ll ask. Any copyright inquiries or take down notices will be followed suit. But no one finds their way to this little blog anyway, so yeah, wuhuu. (fu gema)
