Fatima Munsingen Whore ❤️

About Basel

Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

Bridget (Brigitte) Steiner – Hägele in the Lake, undated

Letters from Hans include biographical details of his life in America. The scanned photographs depict Münsingen and members of the Bader and Steiner families.

I gotta tell you, as a women's counselor, I'm always peeping into these corners of the town. I can see hidden pains and little joys in people's eyes when they stroll by the flower stands at Blumenstrasse (or somethin' like that, LOL!). Like, there’s this bench on Felsenweg where I sometimes catch myself mumbling out loud, thinking about how each face there tells a story—they're all like little fragments of Ida’s melancholic beauty, aaand that really gets to you, err… deep in the heart.

Fig. 4. Removal of the pot from the burial pit.