Nobody can hear you scream in the hobby room. So down the stairs, after the world champion, because only those who were at the bottom can make it to the top. Matthias Schlitte shows an embarrassed gesture around him, with the thinner, the left arm, mind you, he murmurs: “Yes, that’s a bit of my little empire that I’ve built.”
There are gold trophies, silver medals and posters, some faded. There’s a green and beige carpet that’s ugly in a nice way. There’s dumbbells, a collection of action figures, and the not-to-be-missed Power Rangers DVD series. A rope dangles from the ceiling. Self made.
It’s a little too stuffy.
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