Well -- I am not insensitive to deafening silence... :-)
AND I see myself more being cheerful than nagging about Nobel Prizes in Literature.
So when I came back from the Museum für Fotografie - this time I had seen photos by Helmut Newton - such beautiful women he photographed! - I hummed a little meaningful tune, it went like this:
"Don't follow leaders,
watch the parkin' meters.
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum."
Knut, my little red Fiat 500, stood outside on the street - sulking, because he is very, very rarely moved. The son of our caretaker grinned broadly when he saw me: "You'll move it?!?" he chuckled.
"No", I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I have found such a perfect parking place".
Now he ponders if I meant it. "The Ambiguity of Entertainment", that's it.