Karoline
Snow White
As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, „If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame.“
Munich
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely And say for you that the sun don’t shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of … Munich (in this case)
