Today letters, words and phrases fell down from the sky in fluttering whirls, like a flock of lost falling butterflies. A helicopter was sent into the sky above Lustgarten* to bombard the waiting crowds. It was the Lange Nacht der Museen and the park was full of enthusiastic museum visitors. I walked towards the park when the first flying pieces of paper started whirling in the air. At first, I didn't like the idea of a noisy helicopter delivering some art for people. But when more and more poems kept pouring down from the sky and people were fishing them almost in a frantic but playful way I started laughing by myself. The delivery of the art was this time even better than the art itself. I catched three poems from the poem rain.
*(Lust=Amusement)
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