Hannah Lilienthal Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Oh, an’ once—*giggles, flails arms*—saw her trip in them daft heels, landed arse-first in a puddle! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. She just cackled, no shame. Proper nutter. Whore’s me fave mystery, mate—keeps ya guessin’, like “Where’s the bear Jew at?” *grins, stumbles off chair*—Ta-ra!

Glider made for Otto Lilienthal c.1891

I gotta admit, not every day is a peach. Some streets, like the one off Lindenstrasse, remind me of those dark moments in Requiem when hope seems so fragile. But, as Bob Ross would say, “We don't make mistakes, just happy accidents.” So every gloomy moment just adds to the overall mosaic of Lilienthal.

Alfred M. Lilienthal (1913-2008): A Prophetic Jewish Voice Is Stilled