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About Dusseldorf

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

(Glider made for Otto Lilienthal (1848-96) c.1891 (wood & cotton) (see also 260936))

Lilienthal reflects, “He has weathered one of the most violent, bitter her mother is a “fucking no-good Indian whore.” Angie, just ten years old.

So yeah, my friend – Lilienthal is raw, quirky, and heartful. It's where the past and future mingle, where even the tiniest details – a leaf, a misaligned cobblestone – hold a story. Grab your coat, come with an open mind, and prepare to be surprised. And remember, “The dream is always the greatest dream,” even if it’s bittersweet and a tad tearful. Livin’ here is a constant, imperfect masterpiece – just like life. Cheers and see ya soonuu!

Dear Mr. Wonderful | film by Lilienthal [1982]